Whether or not Vespira would be pleased by the lack of collar or not would have to wait until they meet. It was possible the scaled mistress may not care one way or another. Some of her own slaves were without collars after prolonged use of the submission collars. The only risk is that Mercer could not just put the blame on Scorch if this suggestion proved unfavorable. But for him, he wanted to do this at some point anyway. Nothing would be more humiliating for the former pirate and mercenary than being shown she willingly performed these acts for her Master.

Scorch avoided asking questions while she was performing her assigned task. The last thing she wanted was to be a distraction or nuisance. Sometimes, satisfying the simple things were all that was required of a slave. Mercer and the crew continued as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Either the stuff they discussed was inconsequential or they did not consider Scorch to be a threat if she listened in on the various conversations.

Mercer's member was easily freed from his pants. Scorch could feel the heat within the rousing phallus. She took a deep breath as if inhaling a drug she was addicted to. Another hand reached in to ease those balls out, giving plenty for the enslaved woman to lick and suck on throughout the trip.

Though the sounds from Mercer were minimal, Scorch could see and feel that rod grow and harden as it to became more and more erect. Her teasing efforts only made tasting and stroking it all the more pleasing. It was not long before the sexy redhead removed her top to put those firm breasts to work. The alien's manmeat slid easily between the tender mounds, searing heat pulsed within the woman's cleavage. Soon, she was tasting his precum as Mercer continued to speak and give out orders. A hand would occasionally come down to stroke the woman's red hair.

Whatever pleasures Destiny experienced were either lingering effects of the drug prior to removing the collar or it was something her own mind and body were producing. It was already late in the day when Mercer called Scorch over so he was not planning on staying on the bridge for long. He shifted a bit in his chair as a hand took a firmer grasp of the woman's head. He forced her to take in more of his meat, bobbing her up and down over and over. He wasted no time in getting off on this woman's throat, feeding her a helping of a that seed she longed for so much.

"We will be meeting with Mistress Vespira tomorrow," Mercer stated, "Be ready." He finished pumping his load before rising to his feet. He wanted to be well rested for tomorrow so he would not spend much time toying with the eager little slut. Besides, if he satisfied Scorch every time she needed it, it would make him look like he was at the slave's beck and call. It was fun to indulge from time to time and it was amusing to leave his pet yearning for that next taste of his meat inside her pussy and womb. He would leave tomorrow's meeting as a means for Scorch to focus on putting forth her best performance in hopes of earning her reward afterwards.

Scorch felt the thrill of serving. The more she worked the greater she yearned for release. A fire buzzed through her and while she had analyzed all the angles and judged approaching him from other angels it was impractical with his commands to suck.

She had considered giving him a hand job from behind at one point. Through her deeds there was a lack of focus on her. She didn't feel any eyes upon her. That 6th sense one got when someone was staring but that had not been to say that there were no stray looks.

A part of her wanted to drive him wild. She was in the perfect position to hear his growls of pleasure. They were encouraging and she used them as a guide. She knew he was getting close with his hand resting upon her head. The salty taste of him trickling over her tongue caused those butterflies to dance.

He sped up. Surrendering to his own growing need Scorch squeezed her breasts tighter together to offer up more resistance for him to push through. That hardly slowed his pace at all but she maintained it. Not wishing to do less by toying with her own hungry sex.

God he tasted so good. She melted with his tasty treat coating her tongue. Essence flowing into her throat to be swallowed down. Held there in his grasp she took it all. By the time he slipped free it had been after her tongue gave him a thorough cleaning. That magnificent member graced her gaze but it wasn't long before it was tucked away.

As it vanished she knew better to ask for it. She wouldn't have put it past him to direct her to the crew to scratch that itch. And while she could get off now he had the cock that she craved. So she didn't ask despite her bottoms being soaked. Stiff nipples showed beneath the top she tied back on. She wiped at the corner of her mouth.

Nodding. “I understand Master. I hope that was to your liking.”

She thought it best to get some rest herself unless he had other plans for her. It would b a restless night dreaming about that cock and what she went without. She couldn't say what was worse, wanting it to only be denied or enduring without release. Both were pretty bad.

Scorch had entertained her own plans. They were conditional based on the dream she vaguely recalled in a disjointed fashion. She couldn't imagine things coming to pass like that but if it did. Well Master should be happy. While she looked forward to a reward servitude was it;s own reward.

Upon waking she had to take certain matter in hand. Getting back to a more even state of mind. Dressing in the finest things she could find most of the clothing had been among the same theme in displaying a good amount of flesh. Skimpy was good. The heat would be bad enough without worrying about a stuffy atmosphere. She just wished she could fill out these things better.

Nervous about the meeting some of the pressure was off in that Vesperia had dealt with her before. Lack of fancy garments and adornments were the norm then. She didn't wear any make up then she wasn't going to now. She'd have to have one of the other slaves apply it for her.

Making another note Scorch set a reminder for herself for a later date. If all went well today then maybe Master would allow her a greater hand in things that really didn't matter to him thus far. But everything had to go well.

So she found 92. Getting a recap on events and refreshing her mind. She remembered most of Hadante bu Kamar's ship was a bit of a haze. He was probably deactivated while she was a captive. If not he was probably kept on her ship throughout. Either way he'd be no help with piecing things together there.

She had a light breakfast and spent much of her time with 92. Going over supply and demand within the Karthes System. Real entertaining stuff. Naturally her mind drifted often to Master dominating her with that cock. Filling her womb. Making her cum again and again.

Trying not to get too distracted was an impossibility. This time she didn't bother 92 with going over it again. She'd just have to download vids from charismatic people that broke down these topics. Shorter being better so her mind could stay on topic.

But that could wait. She kept busy until summoned for their meeting. She was gambling a lot on this. If things went horribly it was highly likely that she'd serve as a scapegoat.

Don't worry about it Destiny. Just do your best. Taking a deep breath she answered the summons after ensuring that everything was that they were returning was ready to go.

A few weeks allowed Vespira's anger to simmer. Losing a shipment or even an entire establishment was not unheard of. The Gorgonian had countless enemies including the Alien Defence Directorate or ADD. Losing assets to their constant meddling was to be expected and something she would repay with attacks of her own. But it did not change that it was an attack on her and she would not dare show weakness in letting even the most minor of slights slide unanswered. It was doubly so if said slights were performed by a bunch of useless nobodies no one has heard of. Being attacked by those she saw as her enemies was a point of pride in itself. Being attacked by pieces of garbage not worthy of note was just an insult.

Vespira was informed within a matter of weeks of Mercer's success. The culprits were captured and the cargo retrieved. The cargo was of little consequence but knowing she would soon have her coils on the ones who dared think they could steal from her got the Gorgonian's blood boiling.

The serpent woman allowed for a rendezvous to be set that would not require going off course much. The fact Mercer was the one who successfully found and captured the thieves meant he either personally handled this matter or used Scorch to his own benefit. Either way, it at least showed that Vespira's investment in this alien lupine was bearing some fruit.

Vespira would take Serena and a number of Saurian guards and other slaves to the hangar bay. The Gorgonian's scaled feminine form was adorned with the finest precious metals and jewels; bracelets, rings, necklaces, and even pasties over her nipples. Colorful sashes hung from her arms and shoulders as she sat on her coils, waiting for Mercer's arrival. The others were there for security and to go over the cargo to see if anything was missing. Supposedly, some of the collars were used on the gladiatrix women involved along with a couple of Iron Vultures. At least there would be no shortage of entertainment.

Arms crossed in front of the crime lord's chest, she waited for Mercer to step out of the shuttle. Forked tongue flicks out, tasting the air and frowning at the putrid stench of alien culprits. But, she could also taste more pleasant things in the air. Yellow eyes stare at Mercer. "I undersstand you have finished your tassk, Mercer," Vespira hissed, "You have my attention."

Mercer had elected to take a shuttle into Vespira's cruiser rather than docking. For security purposes should the prisoners attempt anything the space would be opened more allowing the bulk of their security to act rather than having to deal with limited fields of fire in docking tubes. Not that there wasn't an easy method that could be employed. The simplest being uncoupling the ships but that sort of defeated the purpose of living prisoners.

He would not miss their stench. With his keen sense of smell it was rather horrendous. Fortunately he had crew to see to the prisoners. His team of lupines handed off the prisoners. By the lock of it Vespira didn't mind them shuffling out with some of the Saurian guards. A small wrinkle of disgust or was he imagining that.

He couldn't help but grin at Serene. Though he thought he did so on the sly. Appraising the assembled forces, attendants in the form of those slaves his eyes tracked to the crime lord.

“The illustrious Mistress graces me with her presence.” He gave a guard a brief nod and the recovered goods were moved out. Vespira's team checking the contents for security reasons chiefly. Mercer presenting Vespira a datapad inventorying a list of recovered goods that could be checked with whatever manifests she had on file. Absent were some of the expandable items Kamar may have used and six of the slave collars.

Though she would see them on the necks of the slaves that were shuffled out of the ship last. Each clearly showing the affects of their dire state over the past few days.

The only other slave that Mercer had with him at the time was Scorch who stood behind him to the side. Head bowed down in a submissive state. In effect Scorch was attempting to conceal the fact she was without a collar by using her long red locks. It had been her hope to draw attention without outwardly having to do so. Her mind spinning as to how to make Master look good. For now she remained silent as they conducted business.

Mercer's eyes were dazzled by those scales and all those adornments. Pleased to have Mistress' attention but not wanting to waste her time he responded quickly after his greeting.

“I have finished Mistress. There were a number of consumables that couldn't be recovered. Mostly the drugs used in the pleasure collars. Unfortunately Kamar was in a remote area and I thought it best not to take any detours. But let these two be my gift to you.” He gestured towards the Iron Vultures as they weren't on the manifest. Two former pirates. I have been told that they do not have many skills outside of what those collars taught them.

“I am uncertain which of these four assisted in the attack.” It could have been one. It could have been all of them. He had only known that someone with that particular brand was involved. As much as he could use additional gladiatrixes he figured that Vespira could sort this out. And if it so happened that one or two weren't involved well he'd be happy to take them off her hands.

“My thanks for loaning my slave a ship. Though I was able to uncover the whereabouts of the pirates.” Not a lie. 92 did pass along that information. Of course they were tackling this problem on two fronts so it was credible. “Can I be of further service Mistress?”

Vespira allowed Serena to take the datapad and go through what was reclaimed. Kamar and the other two of his species were dragged off. Their fates were no doubt sealed the moment they were transferred over to the Gorgonian's care. Death would be a release for these ignorant fools. She would take her time putting them through endless torments until her anger is sated. But for now, they would be out of sight and mind as Vespira looked over the women standing before her.

The collars would ensure the women had no choice but to stand in the nude as everything happened around them. The Gorgonian slithered back and forth. Her forked tongue flicked out as she assessed the lovely forms before her. "They are collared, why did you not asssk them if they were involved?"

The serpent woman would ask for and receive explanations of how each women became involved. Getting free of their former owner was what led them to be under Kamar's command. Some did not agree with how Kamar ran things only for him to collar each of them. They were involved in the stolen cargo but they were not the ones in command.

The gladiatrixes were beautiful and had toned bodies. Having slaves in the harem that could fight did have uses outside the usual sexual acts. But, Vespira had little interest in sending human women into the arena. With a wave of her hand, slaves walked over to remove the stolen collars form their necks. "You may do as you please with these four," Vespira hissed, "They are uselesss to me. Four already trained gladiatrixes should sssuffice for payment for your effortss."

That only left the two Iron Vultures. Vespira recalled the name being the one Serena and Scorch were part of at one point. Serena could chime in of their potential use. Seeing how she reacted to their presence could be interesting. But Vespira preferred knowing what Scorch felt about her supposed former comrades.

Yellow eyes drift over to Scorch who was standing with her head lowered. "I ssee you no longer wear a collar," Vespira hissed, "Finally accepted that you are jussst a dirty ssslut who exisssts only to be a sheathe for anothers' ssword?" Either it was true in which case she was not surprised or it was not and she had the pleasure to jab further barbs into the struggling former space pirate.

"These two, you know them, yesss?" Vespira asked, "How does it feel sseeing two of your comrades collared like the petss they are? Tell me, are these two worthy of being in my possession? And what do you think, Sserena? Do you agree with your ssslutty sissster?"

Even if the two Iron Vultures were left in the dark about what was going on, they knew who this scaled woman was before them. They knew a life of sex and slavery awaited them once Vespira accepted these offered gifts. Unless rescued, this could become their lives for the foreseeable future.

Mercer did not miss a beat as a simple question was asked of him. “ did not want to deprive you of the fun or surprise of their involvement. They have not been collared long and I know from experience how willful some of them can be. They would surely crumble in time but I did not wish any of their brains going to mush if they tried to resist.” Well aware that Vespira had other methods to easily extract information he listened as they recited their involvement.

Circumstances pushing them into things. And once those collars came into the mix how could they resist? Whether they had crude collars before their temporary liberation was unclear. They weren't recovered. He assumed their former Master had collared them or had some method of controlling them. It didn't matter. Nor was it important enough to come up now.

Mercer shifted his gaze away from Vespira. Eyes briefly danced over his latest slaves.

He looked back, head bowing. A grin on his wolfish features. Quit pleased with that. “Thank you Mistress. I will put them to good use.” Elation was briefly lived as Scorch was addressed. He knew better than to answer for her. She better not fuck this up. At the same time he was interested in what his little slut had to say.

Scorch looked up for the first time. Vespira commanding her attention. Sh had been well aware that her sister had been present hearing her among the others. For the first time she noticed some of the other slaves and guards but she did not shift her field of vision.

“yes Mistress. I know what I was all along. A dirty little slut. The collar is no longer necessary.” She'd answer. Of course Mercer could change his mind about that but he seemed receptive in her acting without it, at least for this occasion.

Her gaze shifted for the first time as her colleagues had been brought up. Then back. Conflicted. Knowing what those collars did. And yet the lashing, all the beatings. Had it been the one she would have accepted that as a consequence of her own action. A session for a session. But it went on and on without end. She had built up resentment.

A part of her wished to see them in the same agony. A part of her was telling her to let it go. It was no longer her problem.

“I … I would be biased Mistress. They nearly killed me. Being collared is too good for them. They will eventually come to love their station. Saying that Mistress they are young and attractive. Their skills will be rather useless but I'm sure they'll be plenty of customers that will be willing to train them up to meet your standards. So personal feelings aside they should pan out.”

Serene ways coolly assessing the situation. Noting a stark difference in just a few days. At first she though her sister was acting. But it was tough faking the arousal, that obedience and her hot headed nature would have gotten the better of her at the mere mention of that word she was now embracing.

But she simply gathered the facts for the time being. Something must have happened that she couldn't place her finger on. Attention shifted to her as Mistress asked her opinion.

“Neither has tried to kill me, Mistress. Their skill set is mundane. Both have experience in firearms but are barely of use with a blaster. One being a modest engineer. She kept the ship running and could do minor repairs to get us from port to port so we were never stranded. The other excels at navigation. Her species is good at mathematics and calculations.

“But they are human appearing enough and human slaves make some of our largest profit margins in the club. My initial thoughts are to keep them. Set them to work in some of the minor clubs until they gain experience. I hope that offered up a bit of insight Mistress.”

Vespira had far better engineers. As for the navigator she was more useful in crafts that had to make quick jumps. She had some use not that there were many that challenged Vespira among the stars. She had not recommended a new slave for a sensitive position. Nor had she learned the skill level of those aboard so she would allow her Mistress to make of the information that she willed.

The two sisters more or less came to the same conclusion. Whether Scorch's claim of nearly dying was true or an exaggeration was of little consequence to the Gorgonian. Just about every alien in known space knew the value of a female slave, especially a human one. No matter how displeased Kamar was or how harsh his own games were, he would not burn potential credits. Then again, he was not exactly the most competent leader in the first place.

"And what of you two?" Vespira finally spoke to the two naked beauties, yellow eyes studying how they react and respond, "Do you wish to be owned like your former allies? Do you hope to sspread those thighss for countlesss alien patronss? A life of pleasure and blisss awaitss you. No more concern of being abducted or forgotten. Or would you prefer going back to Hadante where your pirate crew left you to live and work till you are no longer usseful? Asssuming you were usseful to begin with..."

The collars would goad them to respond whether they wanted to or not. It would fish out the true from their lips and award their obedience. The answers were irrelevant to Vespira. She merely wished to hear what naive thoughts dwelled in these human minds.

"Get them both prepared for work," Vespira ordered, letting them be taken deeper into the ship, "Question them about the Iron Vulturess. If they prove useful as informantss, we can use them as eyes to watch over their operationss. Elsse, find an esstablishment that needs more girlss."

Vespira looked to Scorch once more. Forked tongue flicked out as she smirked at the sight. "Ssserena," she called, "If you wish time with your sisster, sspeak now." The Gorgonian's gaze shifted over to Mercer. "You work quickly and returned my belongingss," the snakewoman hissed, "I am pleased. Your methodss sseem to have been successssful as well. Your pet is willingly sserving you now." Hips swayed as she turned to return to rest of her ship. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved. "If there is nothing elsse, our businesss is done for now."

Glimmering scales flashed across Scorch and Mercer's visions as the seductive serpent slithered away. Was Mercer pleased with how things went? He had four more gladiatrixes under his care. He only had to deal with the brands and register them under his name and he could then put them all to work in the arena.

Compliance was forth coming from the Vultures. Chemical bliss flowed through their brains warming their bodies further. The mechanic spoke first. Both enduring days fed by those drugs in their act of vengeance. Without such an influx one may have still managed to resist. But with the torture they were heavily rewarded. Which in turn gave them even greater pleasure.

“I want to be used like the slut I am!”

The other not as quick to responded tried in vain to fight her fate. Not that her answered made any difference. She simply could not fight this any longer. She wasn't as far gone as her companion but she was unable to think straight. Eagerly nodding in compliance as freedom slipped from her grasp in those last moments. If forced to speak she would answer meekly agreeing with the first.

The pair was led away. Mercer watched their forms not intending on seeing the pair again. Enticed back to that lovely sight Mercer drank in the woman before him. Sometimes it was hard watching all those curves with the way her scales and jewelry shimmered in response.

Serena shook her head. “No Mistress.” In the event her sister was putting on an act it may be best for her to acquaint herself with her Master. If she were faking it she'd hate it all the while. And if not Mercer could sink his claws further into her.

All in all he did not wish to overstep or seem ungrateful. Scorch hadn't made a mess of things either but he thought to cash his chips while ahead. Grateful for the slaves removing those brands would require some expense but there were many ways in dealing with that. They weren't the first brands he ha to get rid of.

As gruesome as it sounded he could have the skin removed, set a graft and have them re-branded. A cheaper method was branding over an old brand. Pending the image. Nonetheless that and getting them registered was a small matter for another time.

Scorch hadn't contradicted him either. Though her evaluation of the other Vultures could have been more concise. Whether or not Vespira made use of that information was unknown. Serena was on hand to share her opinion and other than a collared experience the two more or less line up in their thoughts. How the two showed little regard of their colleagues. Perhaps they didn't look as their fates were bad. It didn't matter.

Mercer watched on in lust. Watching as Vespira put on a show with those supple movements. Even when she wasn't trying it was impossible to keep his eyes off her for long.

“It pleases me that you approve Mistress. That will be all.” He would have her one day. Today was not the day. Such a reward he would have to earn and this set the stage for greater things to come. A small task that could lead to bigger ones.

Scorch's role was irrelevant. She was property and as such he would reap her rewards. Happy with his gains he saw that Scorch was watching Vespira depart. A little longer then he. There were no commands to Scorch. No need to display her loyalty. He had been hoping if it came up that Scorch would represent him well.

Motioning to his guards the gladiatrixes were taken back into the shuttle. Perhaps he would reward Scorch. Vespira had a way of stroking his arousal without even trying. “Let's go slut.”

He noticed the satisfaction that spread out over Scorch's features.


“Yes Master.”

Not thinking about it at the time Mercer would message about the ship Scorched used and where to send it before jumping away and getting on with the rest of the day.