title: Liquidating Inventory aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [RetroInferno] id: [42522496] date: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 12:33:22 下午 modified: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 4:30:34 下午

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Liquidating Inventory

Author: RetroInferno Source: Liquidating Inventory

A space pirate captures a tiny human she found inside an escape pod, just to utilize him in a remarkably ruthless fashion to prevent him from becoming a liability.

"Yes, even the pants…" said a space pirate, rolling her amber-brown eyes. "We can take off the collar too while we're at it."

Lance looked up upon hearing the alien’s question. A red visor only enhanced the menacing glare the lagomorph made as she casually aimed a handgun, towering over him to such a point that he could fit in the palm of her hand. He stood in place, protected by his combat armor, without saying a single word or doing much of anything at all. Their position in a private room made the tension in the air more palpable, and only a colossal chair alongside an adjoining table provided the comparatively small human with any sort of platform to stand on.

Eventually, the pirate reached down with a free hand to pop off his slave collar. "Is that better?"

"It depends…" he asked before feeling the back of his neck. "Are you letting me go?"

"No." she answered with a sigh. "I'm just having trouble selling you. We're going to do a physical assessment to make sure there's not anything wrong with you since I can't afford to keep you around indefinitely."

He raised an eyebrow. "Uh… why not?"

"It's not anything personal." she said, holstering her pistol. "Stuff just tends to be expensive when you're this far away from civilization. I have to make you useful somehow. Otherwise, I would have been better off leaving you for dead by letting your escape pod drift around in space."

"I think I would have preferred that to becoming some alien's personal property!" he sneered. "Hell, I won't be a waste of your precious resources anymore if you just free me right now!"

"Unfortunately, I can't leave any potential eye witnesses behind either." replied the pirate in a snide tone. "The last thing I need is bounty hunters also coming after me for human trafficking. Hence why you're not getting my name." She grabbed a thin tablet from an adjacent countertop, turning it on. "So… just take off all your clothes, the translation device, then pop those pills I set aside so that we can both get this over with."

With a practical growl, Lance followed her commands. He removed his remaining garments and an earpiece making sense of her vocalizations. Although the pirate nodded in approval, her words became indecipherable as he climbed onto a table, approaching a tinier one containing a glass of water and four pills more around his own size. Lance made quick work of swallowing them down, all while she watched on and took notes with her enormous electronic tablet.

Several details stuck out to her.

All things considered, Lance was an older man. His hair was beginning to turn gray. Some scars and sparse muscles revealed the toll of many years of hard work on various spacecraft.

The much younger alien woman, reminiscent of an anthro rabbit, tilted her head to the side. A circular gesture with a gloved hand marked the moment she asked him to turn around. Getting a general idea, Lance faced away from her, albeit the sight of a human jacket fashioned like a necklace on her chest and a massive pistol nearby did little to ease his agitated state as he stood naked on a gargantuan table.

"I still don't get why I had to take off the translator, but whatever..." he muttered.

Indifferent to the man's current state, the pirate stuck a finger under one of his arms. He raised them in response. This allowed her to feel his body, softly pinching a few joints as furred fingertips came into contact with his exposed skin. They lingered a little too long on his back and torso, where some lean muscles stood out from everything else.

Over time, Lance's world became a more drowsy one. He struggled to stand on his feet as the pirate poked and prodded his nude body from behind. Dizziness overcame him. She suddenly picked him up, quickly elevating him in front of her face before dangling him in the air with one hand. He could do nothing but squirm as she sniffed him with her cold and pink nose, whiskers brushing against his back during the process.

"What… what now?" he asked, slightly slurring his words.

A warm and wet muscle abruptly smothered him from behind. Gradually, the pirate licked him a second time. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine as he found himself paralyzed, up until the tongue flicked the area around his head. Yet more indecipherable words escaped the alien's thin lips…

I did say that you little humans help me eat one way or the other.

Before Lance knew it, the outline of a maw appeared within the corners of his vision. Mostly flat teeth combined with several sharp ones created an encroaching cage of ivory as she placed him on her tongue. His entire body sprawled out across it. Only his head poked out as she puckered up her lips, suckling on it from all sides until she slurped him up like a spaghetti noodle.

The situation only dawned on the human once he found himself shrouded by darkness. Any air was replaced by warm breath. Her tongue wiggled beneath him, molded around his physical form, and slightly suckled on his salty skin with plentiful taste buds pressing against muscles.

Lance weakly flailed his arms in several directions and shouted, "WHAT THE HELL!"

It all fell on deaf ears as the pirate rested her head against an arm outside. A more bored expression graced her face as she sloshed him around within her cramped mouth. As a result, the human struggled against the muscular tongue, manhandling him in all but name. Some suction focused on his manhood. He reeled from that general sensation, primal arousal intermingling with fear and confusion, then finally saliva slowly slickening his skin altogether.

Without warning, the pirate's jaws snapped open. Light blinded Lance. She took several digital pictures using her tablet's camera, then switched to a video recording mode. Lance could only blink several times and stare at the tablet like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, right before the pirate closed her own eyes and tilted her head up. Her tongue curled upwards, blocking Lance's view of the outside world once more. Shifting gravity resulted in him sliding back. What little energy he had left was spent scrambling and wrapping his arms around her tongue, which became much like a wild bull as it wiggled and flung him around.

It prompted scoffing from the pirate, which echoed all around the man. She closed her mouth entirely as the video recording focused on her neck, where Lance's legs were being slowly enveloped by her flexing esophagus, despite his resistance. The camera caught the subsequent bulge in her throat following a powerful gulp, prompting her to press a few fingers against it. They partially traced Lance's descent downwards. Throat muscles contracted and contorted all around him, dragging him deeper and deeper into her body as a few subsequent soft glucks filled the air afterward when she swallowed excess saliva.

The alien bit her lower lip before softly sighing. "Well, there goes the evidence."

She licked her lips and nonchalantly returned her attention to the tablet. A few swipes of her fingers organized the assortment of files, where most humans were marked as sold while a few received a food label. The woman only stopped this task to unfasten a metal flask on her waist, sipping on some hard liquor to wash down whatever remained of Lance's taste. In a remarkably ruthless and efficient fashion, her stomach made a meal of the man trapped within it as it growled, melting away a loose end that hardly made a presence in her slim belly.

Following a few minutes, the lagomorph let out a light burp. She brought a hand to her mouth with her ears folding down again.

"Too bad the market doesn’t usually care for used or aged goods, really." she mumbled to herself.

The alien then fiddled with the jacket on her necklace as she sat in the isolated room by herself, the human inside her body becoming just another part of her cutthroat life as an opportunistic outlaw.