Her World (brutal and dark) Tags in each chapter

Story by zealo

Karyssa Minakova is a bounty hunter by trade, and for the right price, she'll capture anyone. Just don't cross her, or you may find yourself in her permanent employ.....

AN: Hey, new author and would really like some reviews. That being said, this stuff is not for the faint of heart, definitely NOT VANILLA

Chapter 1: Just another daily commute

Tags: Piss, Futa/m, Domination, BDSM, Slavery, Scent, Pubic hair, Sweat, Oral, Brutality/Cruelty

Karyssa Minakova sat at the helm of her ship, watching as she neared ever closer to the planet’s surface. She was a bounty hunter by trade, her name a soft whisper among black market bars across the galaxy. Her cruelty and brutality was well known, with only the most desperate people willing to take her into their employ. She wasn’t an assassin, no, she considered herself an “acquirer” of desired personnel. Give her a name, and she’d get the job done, you could expect to have that poor individual delivered to your doorstep within a month. Miss a payment however, or try to cheat her, and boom, you’d disappear, Karyssa got her dues one way or another.

Karyssa stood at an imposing 6”, her chiselled body had muscles on display for everyone to see. She was the pinnacle of human perfection, tan skin, toned six pack, and supple, pert G size breasts. To think of her as a muscle clad roided up bodybuilder would be wrong however, as Karyssa had body fat in some areas, preserving her femininity. Lacing her skin was evidence of her work as a bounty hunter, a lattice of scars that worked their way across her body. With a proud Russian heritage, she had sharp features, her immaculate eyebrows and cold gaze could cause even the strongest opponent to wither in fear. Long luscious locks flowed from the top of her scalp down her right side, blond hair, with green highlights. She kept the left side of her hair cleanly shaven, showcasing both her feminine beauty, and rugged brutality.

Karyssa swore to the use of biotics, and had used the funds earned in her trade to heavily augment herself. She was stronger than a regular human, faster than a regular human, and in all ways, superior. There was a reason her quarry never escaped her grasp, she was the cat, and they were the mouse. As much as she valued her skills, she also knew how far reputation could carry her, and for that reason, her favourite augmentation was something that served little to no use in catching her prey. It only came to play once her quarry was trapped in her grasp.

Hanging from Karyssa’s groin was a brutal, imposing, and downright terrifying instrument of domination. The fat piece of cockmeat that dangled between her legs was a marvel of science, and to Karyssa’s prey, it signalled the end of their former lives. Her fuck-stick itself looked like a regular dick, that had been supersized in all ways. Its dimensions were astounding, resembling a child’s forearm rather than a cock. Thick veins formed a webbed network along the shaft, causing it to pulse vigorously with life. Her sweaty scrotum dripped constantly, exuding a powerful scent from the folds of her leathery sack.

Beautifully framing her package was a thick bush of pubic hair, the unkempt and overgrown forest reeked of Karyssa’s overpowering musk. The smell would be cause any regular human to turn away, repulsed. To Karyssa’s fucktoys however, the smell was a drug, the thick scent signalled to them that their purpose in life had arrived, and was ready to grace their pitiful existence with its presence. Her musk would cause these poor souls to drool with excitement, as its presence signalled another fact in their dreary lives, it signalled feeding time.

You see, Karyssa’s package was not a scientific marvel because of its shape and size, no, that was easy in today’s world of medicine. Dick enlargement was a science long ago mastered. What made her cock so damn magnificent was the creamy, goopy chemistry that happened within. Inside her heavy swinging sac, the two peach sized orbs produced viscous, sludgy and oh so addictive girlcum. The vile liquid that she so effortlessly churned out made common opiates look like children’s toys. One drop of her pearlescent batter, and you’d be hooked, utterly dependant on Karyssa’s sexual juices. Her ejaculate was more addictive than heroin, but to say it gave the euphoric bliss of taking a hit, that’d just be a lie. It was addictive yes, but it was still cum, it tasted like cum,

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