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One Thankful Rescue — Chapter 53—Scott Alten’s Raiders of Trogg

A thankful Amanda is only too happy to “SERVICE” the men who rescued her, Jolan, Holly and Berto from Kurii Mtn.

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Chapter 53

Scott Alten flashed a toothy grin at the barmaid he saw approaching the Raider’s table in Hazen’s Island Rock Saloon. “Are you settling in, Amanda?”

“Oh yes!” Replied this recent captive of Kurii Sasquatch creatures. She was nervous and shaking hands made that obvious to the men who waited for their first cold drink of Paga. Glass mugs clinked as they tapped and rattled against each other.

Every man there repeated Alten’s flashy grin, proud of their team for pulling off a successful raid on a Kurii camp rumored to be impregnable.

The Raider known as “Hammer” accepted his mug of Paga as he slipped her a ticket. Reading it she nodded to confirm she understood what that ticket was telling her to do. Hoping to tease this table of good-looking men, she pretended to treat it as one more mundane request from a privileged group of saloon patrons.

Releasing a sigh accompanied inside a shy grin, Amanda acknowledged receiving the ticket by stamping it with the hole punch tucked into an apron pocket. “It will be my honor, Mr. Hammer. Just give me a moment to set down everyone’s mugs.”

The men around him groaned and voiced disgruntled protests except Scott Alten who merely smiled. Hammer had risked all, returning for a second sweep over Lake Kurii playing rear guard to two of the Raider’s xarens, skiffing over the water to distract Stallion and Enders, allowing time for Rusty and Velok to swoop in, scoop up Whisper and Kelly Nicole.

The attempt failed as Stallion caught up to them once they were airborne, but a valiant effort despite that unsatisfactory result. Amanda too, appreciated that failed attempt.

She’d gotten to know many of the captives and deeply regretted that Diamond, Goldie, and Whisper had not been in the lake during that sneak rescue by these brave Raiders.

‘Next time. Amanda. Next time.’ The voices of both Scott Alten and Hammer hit with a jolt, causing the last mug of Paga to land on the table with a loud THUNK!

She’d never get used to hearing silent voices in her head, booming loud somewhere behind her ears.

“Whoa, there, Girl! Don’t be spilling that! It’s precious gold you’re carrying there! Liquid gold!” First, she blushed. Then she giggled. Bending to pick the mug up, she made quick work of mopping up what had splashed out, hands swiping and dabbing as she apologized.

Hammer saved her with one simple observation. “They did that on purpose, jealous that I got my slip to you first. Better take a moment and raise that table flag. Don’t want Hazen coming down on you.”

“Mr. Hazen? Why he hasn’t been anything but nice to me. And the other bar help, from what I’ve seen so far.”

“Hear that, Hazan?” Alten hollered toward the bar counter. “You hiding your sadistic streak?”

“Don’t be a scarin’ her off! I need help here. And by no means turn off that switch on her slave collar. That’s a new alarm I’m trying out. One of them Pirate fellas tries takin’ one o’ my barmaids, that collar will scream!”

“I thought that was what those ankle bands with the heavy chains were for. No siren, but difficult to remove slaves from your establishment.” Doug Brooster pointed toward the floor at Amandas left ankle.

“It is but two alarms will beat one, every time.”

“I don’t mind, Mr. Brooster. I kind of like wearing this collar and the steel ankle band. I love feeling owned so long as it isn’t a Kurii doing the owning!” Turning then to the Hammer with red flooding both cheeks she asked him, “Is it a blowjob I’m supposed to give?”

“Aye, lass. It is.” As Hammer nodded, affirming his own reply, he unzipped his pants, fished inside to bring out his cock. To his surprise, Amanda licked her lips while as a short puff of wonder burst from her throat.

“You have a nice one, Master Hammer. Smooth rod, perfect mushroom head, clear pre-cum. May I begin with a lick to that narrow slit, scoop up that salty dribble before my saliva ruins it?”

“Aye lass. When you’re ready.”

Amanda stretched one hand to the middle of the table after tapping 4324 — the number at the bottom of the receipt —on the flag’s keypad, then raised the table flag and turned it 1/4 turn to lock it in place. Now Hazan and her fellow barmaids would all understand she was servicing a customer.

Hammer leaned back in his chair as Amanda sunk to her knees, glad that she’d taken Hazen’s advice and allowed him to glue thick kneepads to her kneecaps.

This was her third blowjob that day and she wasn’t yet half through her shift. ‘Three blowjobs, two doggie fucks, one 3-way.’ Then as Doug Brooster purchased his own ‘Favor Ticket’ she braced for her second ‘3-way’ that day.

“We’ll make sure it’s Raider babies your womb nests, not Kurii.” Both men felt her shudder, the whole table held their breath, eyes glued to Amanda’s mouth as her tongue tentatively probed the tiny slit at the top of Hammer’s hard cock.

“Oh…! FUCK ME ROYAL!” A calming exclamation from Hammer as her tongue probed deeper into that slit, eager to catch every drop of that precious salty pre-cum.

That was just the beginning.

Doug waited until she had finished that preliminary step, gulping the purple mushroom head deep into her mouth. It fascinated, how pleasure radiated from this pretty young woman who just two Earth months ago had lived, worked, and partied far from Trog — her home city of Houston Texas.

Sheathing her top teeth, Amanda took the length of Hammer’s cock in one swallow, truly grateful to all of the Raiders for attempting that surprise raid on Kurii Mountain. If she could repay their brave effort in any way she was eager to do so.

Doug was playing with the string at the front of her dress, obviously knew Hazan’s secret of easy access because one tug of the bright blue ribbon opened the front of her dress so her full bosom spilled out, falling right into the palms of his hands, nipples hard, begging to be pinched and squeezed.

She couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure or his subtle push that dropped her right breast in a hand rough and calloused by hard labor. She didn’t know what he did when not on Raider duty but whatever it was, the toll it took on his hands was obvious.

Those rough and calloused hands felt good as Doug massaged first the right breast while pinching the left nipple, then after adjusting his balance, switched to massage the left breast, squeezing, smashing, digging those fingers deep into that tender flesh as his right hand pinched her right nipple.

The pressure was not a picnic. It was rough, meant to hurt. Not a mind numbing hurt but one that demanded reaction. Amanda whimpered but pushed both breasts deeper into the palm that squeezed and mauled and hand that pinched and twisted.

It was pain that produced immediate climax. As her pussy released the honey it coated Doug’s thick Trogan cock.

She began to circle the rim of Hammer’s rod with the hard tip of her tongue, tasting the sweat produced as she sucked him in elevator thrusts, UP! down. UP! down.

Fascinated at the sight of her bobbing head with cheeks hallowing in, ballooning out, Doug hammered her from behind, reveling in the full palms of soft breast meat. “Quite a woman!” Doug screamed, attracting attention from the saloon’s other patrons. “Damn! Wish… this… wasn’t… ending… so… damn… soon!!!”

Doug tried to hold back, couldn’t. Amanda’s strong Kegel muscles were milking him dry.

Watching Doug’s expressions of sheer pleasure, hearing his heavy breathing, Hammer felt his own climax boil. When Amanda’s mouth reached the nest of pubic hair, her chin grazed Hammer’s balls, all three slid over the peak of orgasm.

As Doug’s cock finished pumping, his chest dropped to her back, a gentle bump of a body settling in for a comfortable pause. Hammer felt the cum roil his balls, ached with need to shoot that load of pearly seed. Amanda enjoyed both cocks, sighed pleasure at each string of semen sliding down her throat.

Not to be forgotten in this moment of shared pleasure, the muscles of her secret garden milked Doug’s hard rod. The expression on his face as his swollen member erupted was so distorted the Raiders who watched quickly snapped several pictures.

As all three actors fell to a relaxed pose, Hazan stepped up to their table. “She’s something special, isn’t she fellas? See, now, why I’ve made double sure she can’t walk out of here?”

All eight who had watched the performance of Amanda vs Raiders nodded dumbly. Hazan held up a roll of Request Tickets… chuckled when eight hands went up, waving money for Paga with Privileges.

Business was gonna be good today inside Hazan’s Island Rock Saloon. Raider business set on hold…

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