Isabel slunk through the forest, following the two remaining Predators. They had been stalking along for what felt like a few hours. As they walked along, they would occasionally pause to fuck her, sometimes one taking her while the other scouted around, other times both of them using her at the same time. In between the furious couplings, she would look forward to the next time they bent her over a fallen tree or hoisted her between them. Her mind had been broken not too long ago by the profound pleasure they had given her. As they used her more and more, the shattered fragments of her mind had begun to reassemble, with a different focus and different motivations. Her will was now lashed to theirs, Isabel the very willing sheath for their cocks. There was a squishing wetness between her thighs, the evidence of all of their usage of her. Multiple loads trickled from her cunt and ass; her mouth was coated with the taste of alien seed. It was a constant reminder of her station there, as well as a temptation to interrupt their hunting to add to the mess. She was thankfully never left wanting for long.
The two Predators stopped, sharing a brief untranslated conversation. Isabel sat down on a large rock as they chatted, keeping watch even though she knew it was unnecessary.
[You two wait here,] Red said. He strode off into the trees, initiating his camouflage as he went, leaving her with Green.
[Get on your knees,] he ordered immediately. She obeyed, grinning, eager to be used.
The lustful alien quickly fished his cock out from his loincloth. She took a hold of it, wrapping her hand around the base, feeling the warmth seep into her flesh. A few quick strokes, and it was surging, brought to full arousal by her devoted administrations.
She quickly sucked the head into her mouth, using the grip on his base to give him long, languid strokes, glancing up so that he could see the look in her eyes, the smoky desire and enthusiastic submissiveness. He had his helmet on, so she was unable to see anything from him, but his breathless grunting made her aware of his arousal.
Her hand slipped down to her trousers, and she shoved them down around her knees, her panties quickly following suit. As she sucked eagerly, her hand began to stroke along her slit, gathering up streams of rich semen. There was plenty of it to collect, so much that it began to overflow in her palm, falling over onto the dirt in long ropes. Breaking off his length, she began to slather the thick cream onto his shaft, relishing the way it throbbed, the way he grunted in surprise at her sluttish intentions.
Once again, she descended, lapping away. The taste of potent seed mixed with his natural musk to produce a delectable flavor. Isabel shuddered on her knees, her hand stroking faster. Errant juices slicked out from her slit to add to the wetness. Her tongue dragged along the rigid flesh, each mouthful of sweet semen driving her already inflamed lust higher. The taste seared into her mouth, her eyes fluttering in delight each time she swallowed, snacking on Predator seed, eating it off the source. Along with the taste, came the knowledge that she was every moment descending deeper into sexual slavishness, eagerly debasing herself. She had not so long ago been fighting these murderous aliens, and here she was now, on her knees, worshipping the massive cock of one of those same aliens. Just the thought made her quiver.
Green let her indulge, his strong hand weaving into her hair. She lapped harder, reaching with her free hand to hold his swollen testicles, giving them a light squeeze, again glancing up with a lustful look.
Her hand sped up as an orgasm rushed towards her. She stayed on her knees, licking and slurping up the slick coating of cum that she had slathered upon his pulsing prick. The fierce bursts of pleasure fired off in her body, her cunt clutching at her fingers, bathing them in fluid. Yet again, she was slipping deeper into her role as the preserve whore, taking incandescent ecstasy from simply adoring a Predator shaft. Her hand was a great help, but she imagined that an orgasm would have stricken her regardless, the carnal submission proving to be an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. She moaned whorishly, slavering onto his throbbing meat.
As she shuddered on the ground, her climax washing over her, Green pulled away. She mewled with need, reaching out for the departing length, but he moved around her. The soft mewl became an anticipatory moan, and Isabel leaned forward, presenting herself to him, hands and knees pressing into the dirt. She hung her head, gasping, desirous to be used, watching as he slid up behind her.
The moment his cock nudged against her slit, she pushed back. The first few inches slid inside, the Predator's surprised squawk sounding in response.
A harsh slap came down onto her ass. She squealed, but her pussy clutched at the bit of meat inside it, the sharp pain arousing her further. The head of his prick withdrew.
[Our pleasure is not for you to give, whore] Green growled, [but for us to take.]
The comment made her quiver. She understood quickly that she was to stay still in this moment. He would take her as he wanted; she was there as the preserve whore, as a wet and willing sheath for his cock, to take his seed again and again. There was no room for her agency in her own usage.
He speared into her needy cunt. The rush of warmth and thickness made her moan, her slit clutching at the shaft as more packed in, Green shoving deeper, crowing at the feeling.
[You're so wet,] he grunted, starting to thrust, buffeting her body.
She moaned helplessly, her arms and legs already trembling, an orgasm already at hand, her mind already clouded with lust. It felt right, having him pumping away inside her, those strong hands gripping at her hips, his panting grunts sounding off behind her. In mere moments, that orgasm washed over her, reducing her further into lustfulness, making her whimper in abject ecstasy. Her juices streamed all over the thick shaft as it continued to surge back and forth, easily spreading that pink slit. A wet sound began to add to the cacophony of her whines and his grunts, as his balls began to slap into her taint, making her breath catch, her cunt clutch harder, her arms and legs weaken that much more.
It took one deep thrust, Green hilting himself, briefly hesitating to feel her deepest parts wrapped around his prick. The feeling of all that alien meat inside her made her arms and legs give out; she pitched forward, her head hitting the dirt. Green adjusted, rising slightly into a crouch, hands still tight on her hips, compensating for her helplessness with a faster pace, screwing relentlessly into her debauched body. Isabel cried out, her voice strained with pleasure and joy, her fingers curling into the dirt. Each rough impact drove a wavering grunt from her, matching his bestial sounds with her more feminine and submissive set. She did her best to peek back over her shoulder, seeing him loom over her, strong and dominant, his grunts growing more ragged. His mask was still on.
"Take off your mask," she gasped, "please."
He grunted, but complied, reaching up to unfasten it, the metal plate dropping heavily to the dirt. The visage underneath provoked no terror from her anymore. She just moaned, pushing back at his intent thrusts, feeling like a wanton slut, taking this frantic fucking from this fierce alien creature. He snarled at her, pounding harder, the fiery lust in his eyes making her quiver. A stream of slaver splashed down onto her lower back, the hot saliva adding another sensation to the smorgasbord currently assaulting her.
The sounds of the planet continued around them. But Isabel was in a world of her own, a world forged by submission and desire. All that mattered was the Predator mounting her, his thickness pounding into her cunt, his heavy balls whacking into her taint, the load of cum currently bubbling inside them, soon to be emptied inside her.
Where it belongs...
That thought made her mewl, her own normalization and acceleration of her debasement a heady idea. She squirmed in the dirt, gasping deliriously, her cheek streaked with soil, the front of her shirt similarly smudged. Another orgasm overtook her, her cunt issuing slick juices, bathing the thick slab of meat currently occupying it.
Green huffed above her, pounding away, keeping her ass up. She felt the fires burning through her, her body buffeted by harsh pleasure. Bursts of juice splashed up each time Green hilted, his swollen balls slapping against her taint, sending small sprays of fluid back over both of them. Sweat began to roll down her forehead, slicking her back, the continuing lines of slaver from the growling beast rutting into her adding to the wet mix. His pace increased in ferocity, Isabel moaning, hoping that he was close, that he would soon spill his load inside her.
A few moments later, he let out a resounding shriek, his cock slamming deep inside her, his balls tight against her taint. She came, trembling, keening, feeling his length pulsate as a flood of semen rushed towards its destination.
The first blast made her cum again. Isabel mewled back to Green as he filled her with thick ropes of his load. Her channel clutched wildly around the shaft, welcoming the heavy sprays. She shuddered, gasping each time another rocket tore into her depths, marking her womb for the Yautja. Green stayed hilted inside her, growling at the way her channel twitched around him, at the way she ground herself back breathlessly. His load tapered off, until the last few bursts filled her channel. The sudden backwards movement of his length made her gasp, the veins and ridges brushing along her tender walls. As it withdrew, she could feel the river of spunk threatening to spill forth, following the thickness. And once it slipped from her cunt, thick streams began to trickle from her slit, staining her sweat-slick skin.
She sighed in contentment as she pulled her panties and trousers back up, again relishing the mess seeping from her slit, the way it felt smearing along her thighs and taint. That feeling, along with the sight of Green's cock, rock-hard and gleaming with their combined juices, reignited her need. Isabel dropped to her knees in front of him.
A sudden rustling from nearby bushes made him turn.
[Stay here,] he ordered, quickly refastening his loincloth, depriving her of the view of his magnificent prick. She watched, standing as he hustled into the brush, her body slightly sore from the ferocious pounding. A few moments passed, and she found herself fervently hoping that either he or Red might return, so that one of them might use her.
"That was quite a show you put on," came a drawl from behind her.
