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Author’s note: The following series is a blend of sci-fi action, comedy, and erotica. It explores themes of light BDSM, Femdom, and Humiliation. All characters are 18+. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Market Mayhem and Muscles:
Violet Rosewood stepped through the crowd on the desert planet of Aldebaren 3, her eyes scanning the bustling marketplace. She adjusted her sunglasses and tugged at the hem of her yellow suit jacket, trying to stay calm. Her target was here somewhere, she could feel it.
She’d been tracking this particular bounty for weeks now, following their trail through three separate systems. They were good–slick even–but Violet was better. And soon enough she’d have them cornered.
The chatter around her faded into white noise as Violet focused on the task at hand. The sound of yelling broke through her concentration and she whipped her head around to see what was causing all the commotion.
A circle had formed in front of a food stand, filled with people laughing and cheering. Violet narrowed her eyes as she pushed through the crowd, keen to investigate any distraction that might compromise her mission. This crowd was blocking her path, and she needed to get through.
Inside the circle stood a man, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he flexed his muscles for an adoring group of tourists. Tall and broad-shouldered with sun-kissed skin and a messy shock of black curls atop his head. Unclothed with the exception of denim shorts hanging low on his hips, tucked under his thumbs pretending to hold them up in place. Impressed women shouted and cheered for “Callum”, taking his name, and Violet quickly filed it in her head.
Violet sighed loudly as she approached the throng. “Excuse me,” she said sharply, pushing aside one particularly oblivious tourist. “What’s going on here?”
The crowd oohed and aahed at whatever move Mr. Muscles Callum had just performed while Violet waited impatiently for an answer.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Violet shouted above the din.
The crowd hushed momentarily before erupting into laughter again, and even Mr. Muscles turned to smirk at her over one impressive shoulder.
“You’re gonna want to pay attention here,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You might learn something.”
Violet let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed the man’s bicep in a grip that would have sent anyone else to their knees. “I’m looking for someone,” she snapped. “And I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
Mr. Muscles chuckled and flexed his arm to show off his bulging muscles even more. “Well, sweetheart,” he said condescendingly, struggling against her grip, “I think you just found him.”
Violet rolled her eyes as the crowd laughed at her expense. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a shiny silver gun that glinted menacingly in the sunlight.
“Whoa there!” Mr. Muscles exclaimed, finally registering the seriousness of the situation.
Violet aimed the gun at him and raised an eyebrow when he didn’t immediately back down. The crowd fell hushed.
“What? You gonna shoot me now?” he asked cockily.
Violet pressed the barrel of the gun under his chin until it lifted enough for her to see his entire face. That wiped the grin right off it.
“That depends,” she drawled coolly, her gaze dropping from his face to settle firmly on his bulge, “on your cooperation.”
His eyes widened as Violet stepped closer to him and led him away to a narrow empty street.
“Heh,” he chuckled nervously as Violet stopped in front of him once more. “Look, sweetheart–“
Violet pressed the gun against him again, gripping it tightly as a thrill shot through her veins. This was always her favorite part–the moment when they realized who had all the power.
“Apologize,” she snarled.
“Okay! Okay!” He held up his hands defensively as he spoke haltingly through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry…”
A slow smile spread across Violet’s face. “Good boy.”
She lowered the gun and hooked a finger inside the waistband of his loose shorts, pulling him closer gorukle escort until he was almost pressed against her. His eyes darted nervously from her face to the gun still in her hand.
“Take ’em off,” she ordered, giving him a shove toward the ground.
His eyes widened and he started to protest before catching sight of the lethal weapon still clutched in her fingers. He sighed heavily and stepped out of the shorts, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them.
As he straightened himself, Violet took in the sight of his large, semi-hard cock, slowly rising from its low-hanging position between his thick, muscular thighs. His big balls hung below, and his pubic area was cleanly shaved, drawing her gaze directly to his pink, glistening cockhead.
She let out a low whistle. “Well, well,” she purred. “Aren’t you just full of surprises?”
He shuffled awkwardly as Violet circled him, trailing her fingertips over every inch of bare skin she could reach. She stood in front of him once more, running one hand slowly down his torso until it wrapped around both his cock and balls.
“Mmm,” Violet hummed approvingly as she felt him swell even more in her hand.
She gave him a gentle squeeze before making him confess every snippet of information he had on her bounty that she was looking for. Surprisingly, she was taken aback to learn that this seemingly simple exhibitionist had such insider knowledge. After he blurted out the details, she pulled away abruptly, stepping back into the sunlight, leaving him naked and exposed at her feet.
His head snapped up to look at her in alarm but Violet just laughed–a sharp, dangerous sound that sent shivers down his spine–and tucked her gun back into its holster.
“Don’t worry,” she said casually as she turned to walk away. “You’re not my type.”
He scrambled to pull on his shorts as Violet disappeared down the street with a satisfied smirk on her face.
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Chapter 2: Barroom Blunder:
Violet Rosewood stepped into the dimly lit bar, her yellow clothing clinging to her curves. The air was thick with smoke and the sound of raucous laughter. She glanced around, her eyes searching for her target.
Callum.
It had been some time since Violet had last seen him, but she recognized his muscular frame in just shorts immediately. He was surrounded by women, his cocky grin never leaving his face.
Making her move, Violet smirked as she approached the group, drawing closer until Callum’s gaze locked onto her. His smile faltered, a blush creeping up his neck.
“Hey there,” Violet said casually. “Long time no see.”
Callum sputtered, the words caught in his throat as he struggled to regain his composure. The women around him giggled at his flustered reaction.
“Uh… hey,” he finally managed to say. “Didn’t expect to run into you again.”
Violet leaned against the bar, exuding confidence as she observed him. “I could say the same. Looks like you’re having a good time.”
Callum puffed out his chest proudly, flexing his bulging biceps. “Just enjoying life, you know? Living it up.”
Violet’s lips curled into a playful smile as she remembered their previous encounter. “Speaking of living it up… I seem to recall a certain someone showing off more than just their muscles.”
Callum’s face turned crimson as he realized what Violet was referring to. “Oh… uh… that? It was just a one-time thing…”
Violet raised an eyebrow curiously. “Really now? I thought you’d be more inclined to show off everything.”
Callum stammered in protest, but Violet continued without missing a beat. She turned to one of the girls who had been talking to Callum and gave her a knowing look.
“You know, I’ve actually seen Callum naked before,” Violet said casually, causing a murmur of interest to ripple through the crowd. “And let me tell you, his cock looks really small between those muscular thighs of his.”
The bar erupted in laughter as all eyes turned to Callum. Callum, panicking, jumped to his feet and bursa görükle escort comically waved his arms at the crowd.
“She’s lying! I swear, it’s all lies!” he shouted, his face a deep shade of red.
Violet took advantage of the commotion and swiftly moved behind Callum, her hand snaking down to his waistband. She tugged at it playfully, drawing it lower and lower until his shorts pooled around his ankles.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd as Callum’s small flaccid cock sprang into view. Laughter filled the air as Violet squeezed his exposed ballsack firmly in her grasp.
“Now that’s what I call a party trick,” Violet said with a mischievous grin.
Callum winced at the pain radiating from his balls, but he knew better than to resist. He stammered out the information Violet needed, eager to escape this humiliating situation.
Once she had what she wanted, Violet released him with a playful spank on his bare ass. The crowd cheered and whistled as she made her exit, leaving Callum red-faced and fully exposed.
Violet couldn’t help but notice that his cock had grown much larger and was now standing at attention. She chuckled to herself and shook her head in amusement.
“Boys will be boys,” she said with a smirk as she disappeared into the night.
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Chapter 3: Cock-Up in Space:
Violet Rosewood had been hunting the crew of a notorious robber for months. They were slippery, elusive, managing to outsmart and outrun her at every turn. But Violet was determined, relentless in her pursuit to bring them to justice.
She followed one of the crew members into a back alley, her heart pounding with anticipation. This could be it–the break she’d been waiting for. She braced herself, ready to pounce and demand answers.
But as she got closer, Violet’s eyes widened in surprise. The man who stood before her was tall and muscular, just like the others in the crew. He wore an expensive-looking suit, tailored to hug his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His dark hair was slicked back, his face etched with arrogance. And yet… something about him seemed familiar.
“Well, hello there girl,” he drawled with a cocky smirk. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”
Recognition dawned on Violet’s face. It couldn’t be…
“Callum?” she said incredulously.
The man’s smirk faltered as he realized he’d been caught out by none other than the bounty hunter who always seemed to get the better of him.
“Well, shit,” Callum muttered under his breath.
Violet wasted no time in taking him down. With a swift kick to the chest, she sent him sprawling onto his back on the dirty concrete floor. In an instant, her gun was trained on him as she loomed over his prone form.
“Guess you know how this goes,” she said coolly. “Spill.”
Callum swallowed nervously as he looked up at Violet’s no-nonsense expression and the gun pointed directly at him. He panicked for a moment but then a light went on in his head, there was only one way this ever seemed to end when these two crossed paths.
Without any instructions from Violet this time, a mixture of fear and muscle memory took hold of Callum. He reached for his pants and voluntarily began to pull them down, his movements awkward and ungainly as he exposed himself once again.
Violet watched in confusion as Callum’s pants pooled around his knees, followed by his underwear. His lower body was completely naked before her, his bare genitals on display for the umpteenth time.
“What the hell are you doing?” Violet asked, with both amusement and exasperation.
Callum winced, realizing his mistake. He had taken Violet’s command to “spill” quite literally. But now there he was, naked as the day he was born before the woman who always managed to get under his skin.
“Uh… I-I thought… you wanted me to.. sorry,” he muttered, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson that matched his embarrassment. “Force of habit.”
Violet couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. This man–once so cocky and full of bravado–now lay naked and vulnerable before her yet again. It was almost too easy.
She placed one boot-clad foot on Callum’s thigh, right next to where his flaccid cock lay against his bare skin. As soon as her boot made contact with his muscular leg, blood rushed rapidly into his cock, causing it to swell and grow fuller. The veins along his shaft became engorged cords, his erection casting a faint shadow on the side of Violet’s boot in the dim alley light. His pink, glistening cockhead pointed up towards the sky, illuminated by the soft glow from a nearby street lamp.
The position should have been humiliating for him, but instead she found herself teasing him relentlessly.
“You know,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, “there’s being afraid of me… and then there’s this.”
Violet gestured to Callum’s fully erect cock that now stood proudly at attention. The sight only made her laughter grow louder.
“Seems like getting naked in front of me is becoming a bit of a habit,” she taunted. “And I must say, your little friend here seems to enjoy it.”
Callum flushed even deeper at Violet’s words, both embarrassed and infuriated that she could still get under his skin like no one else could.
“It’s not… I’m not enjoying this,” he protested weakly.
Violet smirked, leaning down slightly to get closer to Callum’s reddened face.
“Sure you’re not,” she said with a playful wink. “But hey, whatever gets you talking.”
And talk he did. Violet was relentless in her questioning, her foot still resting on Callum’s thigh as he spilled everything he knew about the robbery crew. By the time he finished, his cock was still hard and raging, twitching and throbbing right next to her boot, under her gaze.
Violet straightened up and holstered her gun, an air of satisfaction surrounding her.
“Well, I’d say this was another successful encounter,” she said smugly. “Thanks for the information… and the show.”
But before she could turn around and leave, Violet noticed a small bead of precum leaking from the tip of Callum’s erect cock as it danced near her boot. She looked at him with an expression of disbelieving amusement.
“Really? Just from my boot alone you’re getting this worked up?” She mocked him with a derisive chuckle.
Callum flushed with embarrassment, trying in vain to conceal his sexual excitement. “I-It’s not… I don’t…” he stammered, unable to form a coherent defense.
Deciding to toy with him further, Violet removed her boot from his thigh, and then removed her boot completely, revealing her foot clad in purple sheer stocking. She waved it teasingly above Callum’s throbbing member.
“I suppose you’ve earned yourself a little prize for being so helpful,” she purred mockingly. “Let’s see if this gets an even bigger reaction out of you…”
Violet casually placed her foot on top of his cock, gently pressing it down against his stomach. Callum’s vision blurred as a rush of pleasure overwhelmed him. Unable to hold back, he erupted in a torrent of cum that splattered across his expensive suit.
A string of thick, pearly ropes shot from his twitching cock, covering his torso in the sticky mess, one even hitting his chin. Callum’s hips bucked involuntarily as Violet continued to apply gentle pressure, milking every last drop from him.
Violet watched as Callum’s climax overtook him, his face contorted with ecstasy and humiliation, he groaned a loud Aaaaaaah!
She lifted her foot, admiring the cum that now glistened on her stocking. “Look at you, ruining that fancy suit of yours. I suppose that’s what you get for being such a mess.”
Callum lay there, panting heavily, unable to meet Violet’s gaze. She smiled and finally turned to leave.
“Better clean yourself up, darling,” Violet called over her shoulder. “Bye bye.”
Callum scowled at Violet’s parting words as she turned to leave him lying with his dick out in the alleyway. This woman had a way of always getting the better of him–both physically and emotionally–and it infuriated him to no end.
But deep down, beneath all that frustration, there was a grudging respect for Violet Rosewood. She was one hell of a bounty hunter, after all–a fact that Callum couldn’t deny no matter how much she tormented him.
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