A squeal of terror roars from my plump, cherry lips as the grubby pirate splits the front of my white silk wedding gown with his blood-stained knife, exposing my full, round breasts to the brisk air of his filthy quarters.
His pupils dilate as he gawks at my puckered nipples. A dribble of drool trickles from the corner of his reeking mouth as he blindly sheaths his blade on his belt. The weapon he used to slash my father's jugular.
I let out another terrified scream as he grips my ruined dress and tears it away from me, leaving me naked but for my white floral tight-high stockings with matching lacy garters and thong panties.
My sleek fuchsia skin sparkles, my short turquoise hair stands erect in spiring tufts, my long ears twist to a point, my large magenta eyes glitter, and my bountiful, buoyant bosoms produce an intoxicating milk, all because I'm an Ambrosian. I was taught to be proud of my species. Led to believe that we are blessed. Now I know the tragic truth. It's a curse.
I squirm against the stasis-cuffs stretching my hands toward the ceiling and gluing my stocking-clad feet to the floor, as the grubby marauder squeezes one of my breasts, drawing forth a glistening pearl of cream.
Licking his chops like a predatory beast, he grumbles, "Before I get fucked on ya sweet milk and fuck all ya tiny holes, I wanna know ya name so I can claim ya as my property on the inventory log."
I spit at him. "Never!"
He wipes my spittle from his cheek with an insidious chuckle. "Trust me, sweetheart, it's in ya best interest. If I don't claim ya, ever horny pirate on this ship will take a turn, and they won't wait in between. They'll suck and fuck ya until ya corpse is cold."
Petrified, I whimper, "Roseus Floris."
"Good girl." A devious grin splits his weathered mug. "This way I can pimp ya out to the crew, one and two at a time." He ambles a surveying stroll around me, and gives my bottom a stinging slap. "Of course, first I'll have my fill of ya big, bouncy tits and perky, bubbled ass."
The thought of being passed from bed to bed like a sex-bot is horrifying, so I plead, "Please, please don't sell me to the others! I'll do anything you want!"
He snorts, "Oh fuck yeah, ya will, or I'll take my belt to ya backside." He fingers my bellybutton. "Ya belong to me. Ya'll wear whatever little slutty outfits I prefer. Strip tease and dance whenever I demand. And suck and fuck whoever I choose."
The creamy bead of milk runs down my breast and the pirate swoops down, catching it with the tip of his tongue. His eyes roll back as he utters a blissful groan and he grabs roughly at his swelling bulge.
An alarm wails. The ship quakes. The room spins. Head pain ignites. Darkness engulfs me...
A wet crunch awakens me with a frightful start. I'm on my back on the ceiling, which is pulsing red, mirroring the throbbing of my head. We must have crashed.
The potent scent of blood fills my nares, heightening my fear. I clench my fists in panic as I listen to the gruesome rending and horrid chewing of what I can only surmise is flesh.
Trembling so fiercely my teeth are chattering, and hyperventilating through flaring nostrils, I turn my head towards the hideous sounds.
A screech of horror escapes my lips at once. The pirate's skull is crushed, his brain matter seeping out. An azure panther is pulling his intestines from his shredded abdomen and hastily swallowing them down.
The bulky cat chuffs at me and a heavy musk mingles with the coppery smell of blood, draining away my dread, soothing my head pain substantially, and inciting my virgin womanhood to tingle and ooze.
I inhale deep and a yearning warmth blossoms from my flower and spreads throughout my body, setting my every nerve aflame. I've never felt such an incredible need. To be touched. To be groped. To be penetrated. To be filled.
The beautiful beast returns to his feast, his staring, fiery-orange eyes pinning me in place. He radiates strength and dominance. Throughly transfixed, I watch him eat with a detached tranquility, until all that remains is a scattering of gnawed bones.
Rising up on his hind legs, he groans as he transforms into a muscular man with feline eyes and ears. His thigh arms, wide shoulders, broad chest, and sturdy legs remain blanketed in azure fur, while his skin is coca. He towers over me like a deity descended from heaven and I quiver in reverence.
My gaze glides down his chiseled abs until I gulp in shock and awe at the sight of his dangling manhood. Both the length and girth are astonishing. My mouth begins to salivate and my sensitive button swells and pulsates.
With a graceful gait, he moves close, stoops low, reaches out his palm, and speaks in a harsh tongue that my neural-ware does not recognize. This must be an undiscovered alien species, which means we're in uncharted space. The chance of a rescue is abysmal. I'll never return to my old life or my groom.
I take his outstretched hand, noting that my stasis-cuffs are deactivated, and he pulls me to my feet. I shed the disabled restraints before I'm scooped up without warning and tossed over his furry shoulder.
He lugs me through the upside down, blood-drenched spaceship, commanding other feeding panther-men of various colored pelts, to follow. He is clearly the leader of this tribe of cannibalistic primitives. I should be panic-stricken, clawing for escape, but I see absolutely no hope of freedom.
We exit through a large gash in the hull and I'm smacked by a wall of humid, tropic air. In every direction as far as I can see is dense jungle. Exotic trees where flocks of strange birds roost, odd mammals climb, bizarre reptiles scurry, and curious insects flitter about. I feel heavier, which means greater gravity than my homeworld.
My hulking captor puts me down before shifting back into a panther. He crouches and grunts at me, and I take it as a command to bestride upon his back. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I grip his fur tight, and he signals our departure with a roar, before leading the charge through the foreign terrain. The journey is exhilarating. The feeling of clutching hold of such a powerful and majestic creature is tantalizing. His speed and grace are impressive. He ducks under branches and dives over fallen trees like a gust of wind. Darts around tree trunks and boulders like a swiftly moving river. We reach their home without anymore damage than a few leaves in my hair.
Their small village is located beside a rocky mountain, where the jungle is less compact, the midday sun shining through, and a stream flows through the middle. They dwell in mud huts and crude shanties. Women and children receive pirate corpses from the returning panthers, and instantly shift to devour them in a feeding frenzy.
After morphing back into a man, the tribe leader carries me on his shoulders through the settlement like a champion showcasing his trophy, with the other men following in toe. He delivers me to a cave, carpeted floor to ceiling with an emerald luminescent moss. It is much cooler inside.
After setting me down, he points to the mossy ground. So I sit on my feet and cross my arms to conceal my breasts from the dozen men watching. I'm handed a leather sack similar to a wineskin. Expecting water, I'm surprised by the flavorful juice within. It has a bitter aftertaste, but I'm thirsty, so I drink until I'm quenched. A numbing calm washes over me and the edges of my vision goes fuzzy. My lingering headache vanishes altogether.
The chief and three others move in close, surrounding me, and I'm inundated by the musky aroma that has such an arousing effect on me. My heartbeat quickens. My nipples stiffen. My cleft grows inflamed. A ravenous hunger overtakes me.
The four robust men fist their oversized members as they stare down at me, and I grope my bosoms in response, causing milk to leak that I lap up in defiance of my culture's morality. It tastes so delicious that my cunt clenches with desire.
I've never taken a penis into my mouth, but at this moment there's nothing I want more. I point to the chief's semi-engorged manhood and then to my open mouth, my glittering magenta eyes begging.
He gives no reply, continuing to stroke himself. Maybe he doesn't understand.
I rise up on my knees to bring my mouth to his crotch, and stick out my tongue.
He steps back, refusing to feed me his thickening cock, exacerbating my caprice for fellatio.
