Slavery was one of those things that had been a chaotic state. A slave could do everything right but there were so many factors that existed. Keeping their Master or Mistress pleased had been only a small part of things. Profits factored in too and slaves were exchanged often. Sometimes even a favorite was exchanged when all the polish was removed from that gem. Others had so many slaves that one had been lucky to be remembered or kept in the presence of their owners.

This had favored some of those that had not yet been broken completely often offering more opportunities to escape. This was not always the case those.

Phoebe was an experiment of sorts, altered and a new breed of slave. Thus word got around about her traits and eventually when the time was right she was sold for quite the profit. But she was not alone either. It seemed as if the aliens that had purchased her bought the “experimental” slaves offered by numerous slavers. Often these enhancements were small things such as making a slave lactate. The aliens that purchased her too were not to be her Masters but had been employed by her eventual Master or so she would be able to gather from gossip from the other slaves.

Altogether together there were six of them. Five were human and the last one Majiin, a humanoid with cat ears and tail. One of them had heard something about a Master Fafner. They had all been locked in one room that had simple cots. Each had been outfitted with simple slave collars but otherwise they weren't restrained.

The aliens appeared to be bipedal wolves. They didn't strike her as bright, probably due to their appearance but they were as smart as any human and much stronger. Most had some shade of black or brown fur and visually it was tough to tell them apart. She could hear the differences in their voices though and if she interacted with them more she would be able to narrow down an individual to one of a few possibilities confirming that once they spoke or by what they wore if it differed. They all had some sort of militant uniform that she did not recognize though.

The flight was long, long enough for them to be taken from their cell by a pair of them armed with blaster rifles. They had been brought to a mess hall, their food nourishing though it was all meat of one sort or another. No vegetables at all. But it was cooked meat.

The guards stayed put more or less and there was another here that served them. A simple droid that prepared the food though on seeing who it prepared meals for it apologized having only meat stocked up, apparently they were being transported by carnivores that didn't stock up on anything else.

The guards waited until they had finished eating before one of them gave them a bathroom brake one at a time while the other guarded them. Each was returned to their cell afterward.

Getting a precise number of them had been tough since several looked alike. At best she could note how many individuals were stationed here or there those she did not see much of the ship. There were at least six of them she worked out and the droid cook. Cooking may have been beneath them if they cooked at all.

She spent about an hour in that room before two guards entered. They sized up their haul and seemed to pay her and the Majiin the most attention. Being the smallest they saw her as a runt and thus knew she would have the most to prove.

“You,” one of them pointed at her with a rifle then to the door motioning her to follow while the other paid attention to the other slaves.

Ironically enough, the one thing freeing Phoebe from Vespira’s establishments turned out to be another group of slavers. She’d long since given up on potential rescue. Her spirit ended up shattered only to be rebuilt, then crushed once more to turn the short hot headed pilot into a servant of their liking. Speaking by itself became a battle with her altered mouth, tongue and throat on one side and whatever will power of hers hadn’t been utterly destroyed in the past. Vibrating vocal cords and flowing air were nothing but the purest form of pleasure.

Most of the time, Phoebe didn’t speak at all. There was no need with guests constantly asking for her services. The slaves themselves enjoyed their newfound talents whenever they weren’t busy with another customer. She must’ve honed her ability to satisfy clients of varying gender, size and appearances for months on end. Whether they were vile or downright stunning with regards to looks, her transformed mouth made no difference between any of them. As long as they offered her tongue the chance to twitch and shudder when it entered them, surrounded them, worshipped them, there was no greater place to be.

But now, all that came to an end. Initially there was some confusion on her part as to what was going on. Vespira may no longer be pleased with her and decided to sell the corrupted pilot off once and for all. She couldn’t imagine why that’d be the case, but by now obedience had been burned into her mind. If she was no longer desired, there was nothing she could do.

It’d have been a lie to say she wasn’t at least a tiny bit afraid of the men who purchased her. They looked fairly menacing which reminded her of the Saurian terrors she endured a while back, but even then she did her best to meet their demands. In the beginning Phoebe figured these men were her new Masters which encouraged conversations between the two sides for just being around them without dismissal confirmed that notion to her. She was able to distinguish who they were quickly enough although it certainly didn’t work with looks alone.

Only when one of the other slaves brought up a new name, this Fafner, did Phoebe deduce they were meant for him and not everyone else aboard the ship, but the girl really wasn’t sure about that either. She might’ve just wanted to trick the others into serving poorly in order to raise herself above them.

When the guards returned, Phoebe ended up being chosen. For what exactly, the young blond didn’t know, but the surprise of the moment at hand had her suck in a mere breath through her mouth. The air tingled every fiber in her mouth, causing a hand to shield it from any further mistakes although her cheeks flushed with warmth almost immediately. She always had someone to fill her up, whether men or women as the flow of stimulation rarely ended. Just a few hours without working her senses into overdrive, let alone an entire day rendered the poor girl all the more susceptible to all forms of friction.

In spite of all that, Phoebe began to follow at once. Vespira had shown her the consequences of disobedience a while back and she wouldn’t take her chances here because of that experience. Still, she had to wonder why they called her out of all the beautiful women they could’ve chosen. She’d probably find out soon enough.

She came without hesitation, one lead the way while the other watched the room then her when she got close. He locked the cell and trailed behind at a safe distance. Soon they came to a room, used a panel on the door that emitted a chirp and waited until called forth.

Brought into the chamber she saw another one of these creature though he was not in the uniform of the others. His fur black but there were streaks of silver here and there. He was larger, perhaps a bit taller than the others it was hard to say since he was sitting down smoking a pipe.

The aroma of cinnamon gathered in that cloud of smoke above his head. Setting down the datapad he was viewing he shut it off then looked at her hard. When he did stand she saw that he was taller by a few inches anyway.

The captain, she safely assumed, viewed her. “She is rather small.” He said as if she wasn't even there. Then he signed and gestured her closer before he had her stop. “Strip,” he commanded and even had her twirl around.

“At least she has a nice ass,” he dismissed the two guards and moved toward her. Soon he cupped a breast squeezing it. At the same time one of his fingers dipped inside her halting at the knuckle. “Alright, show me what you got. It certainly isn't much here,” he squeezed her tit as if emphasizing what he meant. Perhaps he meant small as in her tits and not her stature, it was tough to say though his finger drew out of her granting her free reign at least for the moment.

Silent mental notes were made as to where they were headed in case their stay here had been a prolonged one. As long as the slaves were here, Phoebe thought it best to serve as best she could and knowing the way may fall into that category even though the guards never left her side. In all likelihood they thought she might want to escape. For once, they’d be wrong.

After their arrival in a separate room, Phoebe scanned the wolfish creature before her. His stature was a bit more impressive. More recognizable, too, given the streaks of silver in his fur. It had to be one of the higher ups, maybe even the Master, but for the moment the lone girl said nothing. When he looked her over she lowered her gaze, unwilling to challenge him in any way unless her position was clearly beneath his own. She didn’t want any trouble and let them handle matters on their own.

She approached when beckoned to step closer until he halted her dead in her tracks. There was no protest when Phoebe was told to disrobe and show off her wares. A small bust never happened to be a plus, but Phoebe’s succulent ass more than made up for it. Aside from that, there was more than met the eye anyway.

Thrice the pleasure swarmed her senses at once when he squeezed a breast and sampled her trained depths which collapsed almost immediately. One, then two sensations whereas the third had been the surprised gasp that was leaving her lungs and wreaked havoc on her altered bits once again. Whatever he referred to with his final comment, at least he was offering her a chance to prove her worth. While demeaning in every sense of the word, Phoebe was delighted to entertain him. “Y-Yes, Master!” She intended to show him the proudest accomplishment of her training as her tongue traced against her inner cheeks, feeding on that spark of excitement now. Phoebe then dropped to her knees, facing him with both hands falling onto his thighs as they rubbed their insides for a moment before meeting in their midst to reach the actual target.

Sucking dick came naturally to her, similar to breathing since her body needed both to function properly nowadays. Without her erotic duties the tension often became maddening, but not anymore once Phoebe freed him from the confines of his clothes and the girl’s radiant eyes laid on that treasured shaft of his.

Saliva amassed in her mouth as soon as her instincts kicked in. Her entire throat itched with desire. How far could he reach? She’d hoped he was quite large as her silken fingers coiled about his member, gently stroking him to full prominence whilst her her quivering lips fell to the swollen crown, suckling on it as her tongue stole over the narrow slit at the top. Bright emerald eyes flickered up to meet his own. An intense lust burned in their midst. She hungered for it. She loved cock, loved cum, every desire a lesson that was foisted upon her brain and would be difficult to ever wash away.

When he was finally ready, Phoebe let that shaft drive her lips apart. In one fell swoop the former agent had taken him in to the very base of his member, the mere act eliciting a delighted whimper from her as the friction alone filled her with bliss. His girth became lubricated all the same. It now rested in her throat whilst her tongue writhed and trembled beneath the entire length. God, it felt so damn good! The heat, the texture, everything! Her eyelids fluttered at the taste and feel of this creature. She had a hard time keeping it together. It pained her to slowly withdraw, but her pleasure wasn’t the objective here.

Thus Phoebe’s blissed out face dropped to his groin again and again. She took him long and deep, her pursed lips a deliciously snug seal that bathed him in suction. Phoebe wanted that cum, needed it as her nethers oozed with warmth. She often came doing this in the past thanks to how sensitive her mouth truly was and today wasn’t likely to be an exception. Unless there were commands or some sort of limitations, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from finishing him off in no time.

She wasn't disappointed by his size. He was big though large tits had to be a favorite of his as he had clients she had dealt with she knew that she wasn't undesirable. But she had to work for it. Granted it wasn't that long before she had that member primed.

It was big but she had dealt with bigger in the last few days alone. She had not been restricted thus far, she was told to show him what she had so he was allowing her some control and seeing what she could do.

Soon though she felt a hand at the back of her head though he had not grabbed her or forced her to take more as she took it all once she got started. A growl of pleasure streamed from him and soon he had been incapable of just standing there as he rutted against her face, his hips shooting forth.

But his hold did not restrict her. In such a short while she had gotten a response out of him when he had meant to let her do all the work.

Glancing down into that sapphire gaze she received that reward of hot cum. There was a lot of it and when he did release he held her tightly in place making sure that it was all down before he let her pull back off him.

He had been amused that she sought to set him off so quickly. Both pleased and disappointed at the same time as he clearly enjoyed that. But he had not dismissed her yet. Assisting her up to her feet he easily picked her up carrying her smaller form to the desk.

The datapad was swiped away, she heard a crack before he set her down on that desk. Laying her back he spread her legs grasping her ankles in the process. He lowered to his knees licking at her labia. Around it at first, then over it. It had been tougher for his species, their tongues were developed more for licking but he had been among the few with the recessive trait of curling his tongue. By doing so he was able to fill her with it.

He went at her, slow at first then a sudden surge only slowing things down once more. He worked her hard, pressing beyond her first and second orgasms, pressing her nearly to a third before drawing away. Grinning as he did so, gazing up at her then standing.

A finger swirling against her clit in a slow circle with the other hand situated on the desk as he leaned down. Watching, listening but just touching for the time being. “You wish to cum again don't you you slut?”

Some men were always larger, but she’d been deprived of this for several hours on end and he suited her needs just fine as she did everything in her power to set him off. It became a trial of sorts since he did not expect much in the first place. She didn’t wish to disappoint. Such enthusiasm and there was no shortage of it when he held her in place. Her throat tightened up, swallowing around the throbbing meat embedded within. His flavor nearly brought her release in the same way as that delightful friction, but it wasn’t quite enough.

She left him with little more than saliva coating his member regardless, putting his own pleasure first by having cleaned him off completely in the process of pulling back. In that regard her training knew no bounds. Phoebe hadn’t expected the situation to be turned on her as he took control so quickly and fixated on the slave’s blatant desires. The first orgasm hit her immediately, but he followed up with a second, then almost a third as he was leaving her there.

“I’m hopeless, Master.” The girl attempted to flash a smile at the large figure looming above her own in confirmation of his thoughts on her wish to cum again, but most of eager sentiment had been drowned out amid the pleasures that revolved around each breath she took and the ever recurring strokes tormenting her aching clit. Her chest heaved with desire, her nipples were stiff and perky and each lungful of air invaded through an open mouth. She wanted him bad. Whether he actually was the Master or not, for now he happened to be nothing else.

Though his movements excited the young woman, even causing her toes to curl at inevitably being kept on edge, she made every effort not to send herself over it without permission. All the while, her inner thighs twitched with anticipation. Her nethers burned for more of his undivided attention.

Phoebe bit down on her lower lips, her fingertips digging into the table until one found the composure to reach up toward his majestic fur, gently sweeping over the side of his face in a lone caress. “But .. I want to feel you, too.” Her gaze flickered down to his groin for a moment, unable to hide her needs as she took another deep breath, inadvertently feeding the fires of her lust. “Your cock is amazing, Master .. So thick and strong .. Please put it inside me ..”

His eyes had been a deep blue. Come to think of it they all had blue eyes. That could be true of the species or a dominant color. She only a select few to sample. “I am not your Master, Fafner is.” He corrected though his fingers still danced against her clit.

He then gave a lick to her breast straight over that hardened nipple. Pulling back he stood at his full height gripping her ankles again. That cock moving in, the crown of it made contact with her, rubbed lightly against her then he shook his head.

“Sadly you cannot have it. Master Fafner will have first dibs. Quite frankly the only way you will get this is if you disobey ...” He grinned. Setting out the ground work he helped her off of the desk. “Now get dressed.”

He left her on the edge. When she finished dressing a guard was summoned in to escort her back. Whether she dealt with her own arousal or got involved with another slave had not been their concern.

Would she take care of herself? Tough it out? Hope that another slave assisted her.

The captain had barked a command to the guard to take her back and bring him someone with larger tits. It did not surprise her that the slave with the largest jugs had been taken. She heard the door's lock engage once more.

Phoebe should’ve been wiser than to offer herself to what she presumed to be the first high-ranking officer aboard the ship when there was no notion of him actually being Fafner. She hoped it wouldn’t reflect poorly on her when they actually made contact with her Master. Then there was the whole mention of disoedience to which a shocked expression crossed her face. "No, no, I won't disobey! I .. I won't disappoint the Master." The girl shook her head and didn’t want any part in that at all. She’d obey without question and refrained from demanding his shaft despite thirsting for it in ways few could ever hope to fathom.

“I-I want it .. so bad.” It pained her to head back to the chamber where all the other slaves were, once again fully clothed. Along the way her thighs rubbed together, whether subconscious or deliberate, but even then Phoebe didn’t give herself blessed release a third time. Sweet nectar seeped into the fabric with every step which merely added to her misery.

How much the nubile young blond envied the women with greater bust. She could barely compete among everyone else in the room within that particular source of allure and now one of them took her place for whatever else the wolf man fancied. “Why .. Why can’t that be me?” She’d given so much. He barely lasted long enough to get her off in the process of consuming that precious cock and now someone else ended up receiving his attention.

Perhaps they were being tested. She lacked certain endowments, but made more than up for it in others and various exceptional abilities which came with her training. At least Phoebe loved to believe that. When no other agent came to set her free, that was the one thing keeping her above the masses of ordinary slaves. Taking but a mere glance around the room let her know they all had something exotic about them, some more obvious than others. They were quite beautiful overall, which was always a plus. It did nothing to give her a good feeling about the future. Serving one Master along with everybody else? She’d be fortunate to even end up being noticed unless the officer or captain, or whatever he was let Fafner know how well she performed. Then again, maybe the others performed even better.

But, her arousal never diminished as she was brought back. She ended up on the edge, mere moments from exploding. Her eyes flickered to the other four slaves. They used to be five, but since one was taken, her options were limited here. She had to wonder about them. Were they playful? In Vespira’s establishments, slaves that were similar to herself often played games together which revolved around getting the other off, to check who could outlast the other with their new and improved oral endowments. She didn’t know if they’d agree to the same thing quite yet, or anything of the sort for that matter. Likewise, Phoebe figured they may not care for other slaves at all if they were in it for the Master’s attention. Maybe some were different, but she didn’t want to take any chances.

In due time, they may even become friends as they entertained their Master together, but right now Phoebe couldn’t even muster an all too coherent thought. Rather than approach them for the moment, Phoebe retired to one of the unoccupied cots. She knelt on it, doing her best to face away from the rest while attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. There’s no way they wouldn’t have noticed her arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips quivering before she bit down on them in an attempt to dull the urge for more.

Yet, there was nothing she could do about it now when these ruby puckers parted once more, albeit slightly to keep the air flow to a minimum as she began to draw soft, silent breaths. “So good!” Even the first few lungfuls of air were pure ecstasy. Within minutes, Phoebe found herself pushed over the edge. Her tender hands clenched into fists as they clutched her top near the waistline, shoving it further down as her muscles contracted chaotically.

She had a hard time keeping it down, but somehow the lone girl managed to keep quiet throughout all this although the faint sheen of sweat upon her brow would’ve been a dead giveaway that something was happening. She ended up shuddering by the end of it as her head fell forward with a sigh, those golden bangs covering little more than half of her blissed out features.

“Oh?” The captain grinned at her reaction, amused by it. But she was dismissed before that third orgasm. There had been no mistake about her arousal, though the others assumed it had been something to do with her being taken away and one would find out.

It was rough trying to keep to herself. Second guessing the others right now and not knowing what had been in store for them.

Breathing alone set her off though. No one seemed to approach her and she had been able to get some sleep cursing her luck at having to endure this and not being blessed with the right sort of endowments. She had managed a few hours of sleep before the ship touched down. The other slave had been back when she woke and the guards quickly gathered them up.

When she exited the ship she saw that they must have been on an unpopulated world other than the aliens. The landing pad was a simple cleared out area with another freighter here as well. Close by there was a forest. Other then the few buildings there was little else that she could see.

The air was breathable and the gravity was a bit stronger but not by much. There were a three pits and she noted an elaborate crank near each. Dangling restraints that could be lowered or raised had been here and her best guess was that it was some form of discipline were slaves were lowered into those pits.

Two of the guards brought them inside one of the buildings. The creature there was appraised about the six of them and she could tell this one apart easily. He seemed smaller with white fur. He must have been some scientist or doctor as he took his time scanning each.

They were speaking in some strange tongue though she caught the name Fafner in their a few times. Then the doctor turned to them. His eyes scrolling over them. Then he paced stopping before her. “I need a volunteer.”

Their destination seemed to be far from civilization. Naturally, the increased gravity took some getting used to, especially for someone who spent most of their days on their knees servicing customers. Scanning the area yielded a few landmarks, but nothing struck her as noteworthy other than the pits and their dangling restraints. She had to wonder what they were for. Discipline? Torture? She never got to take a look into those pits and wondered if anything she’d do here would warrant getting restrained. Of course, there was not much point in thinking about it. She had no control here and continued to follow the guards, just like every other unsuspecting females who were brought to this remote location.

Admittedly, Phoebe never took the guards for smart, let alone intelligent, but that was more prejudice than anything else. As a whole, they compared to wolves in appearance which made them more menacing than anything else. They were predatory, without a doubt, most likely good hunters as well, but none got her to believe they were beyond that. Standing in front of a brighter specimen certainly turned that thought on her. She dealt with a more intelligent one now.

The White Wolf. Smaller than the others, sure, but this particular detail stood out to her. She and the other slaves were lined up before him. Throughout ensuing conversations between him and his fellow wolves Fafner happened to be mentioned a few times. She listened intently, didn’t understand a thing, but even then that much became clear in addition to the fact that he himself wasn’t Fafner either.

She deduced from the environment and a more thorough inspection from the white one that every new servant they brought here would be processed in some fashion. It didn’t make much sense to her unless they were focused on getting the better ones for him and nothing more. Maybe they were part of an elimination. Maybe the ones who failed would be sold elsewhere. She didn’t think that likely. They’d been purchased, all six of them and while one man could have that many and more, the thought of such competition certainly didn’t feel all too reassuring. She’d have to prove herself a lot, especially since she was lacking in the chest department.

Whatever the case, Phoebe had no power over the outcome other than what ended up being offered to them in the here and now and how much she managed to impress. There was no point in doing much else, no point in defiance or reluctance. She was no longer an agent and hadn’t been one for a long time. In truth, she was loving this new life of hers over these past months.

When offered the chance to volunteer, whatever he may be asking, Phoebe raised her hand almost instantly. “I’ll volunteer.” Since he was right there, the woman’s eyes went up to meet his own although speaking up like that had quite potent effects on her altered body. Electric sparks of pleasure washed over her spine with every spoken word, bringing a minor rush of warmth to her cheeks. She didn’t stop there, however, and continued on with slightly more agitated breaths. “What do you need me to do?” Standing still, getting into restraints, perform certain deeds. She expected just about anything. Maybe he did nothing more than play games with them and there’d be pain instead of anything else. It didn’t matter. Chances were it’d be more profitable for a woman like her in the long run.

She wasn't the only volunteer. Phoebe heard the voices of some of the others. Her voice was practically drowned out but she had the benefit of being right in front of him. Was it deliberate? Had he moved in front of the “runt” being smaller than the others had he more empathy with her than the others?

“You'll do.” She was selected, she was the first he saw and he regarded her for a moment, mainly the reaction in her cheeks as he ordered the guards to take the others out.

“Come.” He took her to a medical room where he had her hop up on a table. He happened to be very professional going about taking her readings and drawing a little blood. He seemed to record all that down and gave her a brief physical after commanding her to strip.

He touched her though not in a sexual way. More with instruments as he listened to her heart rate, breathing and checked her reflexes. “In the end I believe Fafner will leave you here to ensure you are well trained but he is on planet now. But he doesn't depart until the morning so you have some time to make an impression on him. Being taken off planet? Hastening his return? I cannot say. You can get dressed now.”

When she had the doctor lead her away. She had been alone with him and not under guard. They did not seem worried about her escaping or maybe they had not cared about the fate of the doctor should she try. May they assumed that even he could deal with her should she try something though it was tough to get a read.

She was brought to a building seeing a few more of those aliens she thought. They weren't larger but seemed to be in better shape with better defined muscles. The crew of the other ship, the ones that traveled with Fafner directly she surmised.

The room she was brought into was dimly lit. It was large and had a swimming pool in here. There were two guards present that paid attention to her and as she got closer to the pool she could see a creature inside it. Some sort or octopus though as it emerged it was clear that it was some sort of humanoid hybrid that had been at least a foot taller than she was. He was a light purple nearly blue in coloration with pupil less white eyes

From the edge of the pool he gazed at her then drew forth. It felt as if he had been in her head at least for a moment. An agent … no … no longer …

The doctor introduced her to Master Fafner. A tentacle coiled about her waist drawing her closer to him. Another coiled about an ankle and his hand descended to a breast rolling his hand against the curve. You remind me of Agent Present. She was small too. Will you be as enjoyable? What is your designation?

Phoebe expected competition. If any of the others hadn’t been broken and turned into eager slaves before coming here, Phoebe would’ve been surprised. Still, she worried most about the ones with greater rows of breasts and wider hips which came with a more endowed body shape. Sadly, almost everyone next to her happened to have a more impressive body overall. Short and cursed with a lack in the former, her formidable, peach-shaped ass might’ve gotten a lot of attention, but it wouldn’t be enough on its own. Unless she had the chance to impress with an actual performance, something which came her way by merely being employed in one of Vespira’s establishments in the past, someone more endowed would always be chosen first.

Yet today, things were different. She was chosen. After being taken away, the man put her through a thorough medical checkup. In the end he seemed to be a doctor after all. She suspected he might’ve taken her for one reason and one reason only. They both happened to be the runt of the litter in some fashion and Phoebe had to thank him for the opportunity to meet the Master.

Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm when he first mentioned Fafner’s presence on the planet. There was no desire to escape, not even without guards when he led her elsewhere once again. More alien creatures were in the other building, but none of them truly caught her eye. She gathered they travelled with the Master, but her heart and soul burned for him rather than everyone else around the place. Her heart raced when they finally got there, but even then Phoebe tried to remain calm as well as possible.

In the dim light, Phoebe caught the guards from the corner of her eyes, but gazed at the swimming pool instead. Although it might’ve been some exotic pet for a rich man, she fully expected the creature therein to be her new owner. When he emerged from the water and drew forth, Phoebe picked up on the finer details. He had no legs to speak of, but rather a mass of tentacles which moved the intriguing specimen along. A hybrid, perhaps. Some portions were humanoid, but faintly so, and she compared other bits with an octopus in the back of her mind. The most striking aspect of his being, however, had to be when he spoke. It was difficult to make out at first, but didn’t seem to speak. Rather, his voice filled her head. “A telepath?”

She showed no fear despite being confronted with all these facts. Phoebe never dealt with his race or anyone capable of putting his voice into her head, but even then his approach, his touch didn’t frighten the nubile blond. In truth, it excited her to receive that privilege before anyone else. She was drawn close. Appendages coiled about portions of her being. She braced for the moments to come as he made contact with the soft doughy flesh of her breast.

“Ah~” Warmth rushed to her chest the moment he touched it, infusing her petite bosom with heat although the resulting shudder caused both cherry nipples to stiffen at once. She wished to be as enjoyable as Agent Present, whoever that was. As enjoyable? No, better. She wanted to be remembered, to be held in high regard, much like the small agent he’d been reminded of. Such intimacy filled her with joy, but losing her head now could cost her the chance to make a good impression. She had to speak now, no matter how much it’d make her body ache in response. “I’m a mere Private, Master.” She never was a high ranking officer. There was no point hiding that. She smiled to mask the pleasure that filled her, but her cheeks flushed all the more powerfully right then and there. “I used to be a pilot, primarily for scouting and reconnaissance missions. It always excited me whenever there was some danger to the route my superiors laid out for me.”

Already, her tongue couldn’t help but tingle. It rolled against the confines of her mouth with each pause, deliberately so as her own body refused to obey her commands. She took a deep breath, then swallowed. Saliva rolled over her tongue, then her throat, setting each further ablaze with the desire to be filled. It practically felt as though someone was stroking her clitoris, the only difference being that it was located elsewhere. Every word, in fact every syllable added to the torture of her senses, but it was a benign torment which pleased her greatly as long as it was taken care of eventually. It was no longer a curse, not after all this time. She embraced it as a blessing.

It took some effort to maintain a coherent stream of thoughts nonetheless. “Now, I wish to serve in whatever role you’d like me to be in.” She didn’t have much more to tell unless he wished to know about her exploits. Phoebe used to be good, a professional when it came to reflexes and maneuvering, and her mind contained a great many places she’s seen ever since her service with the ADD began. Still, with her warmth pressed up against his own she wondered about other things, too. “A-Are you pleased with me, Master?” She gazed deeply into his pupilless eyes, her own having become somewhat glassy and half-lidded in the process. “May I touch you as well?”

Yes, a telepath. He confirmed. Then as if remembering the doctor he dismissed him with a casual wave of the hand. He turned his attention to her, keeping her close and noting her flustered features when she spoke.

Even he had realized something had been going on as alien as her reactions would have otherwise been to him he had dealt with enough humans to note something different. He wanted unusual slaves though, the ones that had been modified just for a change of pace.

He could have searched her mind to see what had been done but telepathy was never his strong suit. Communicating with it was often all he used it for though it was fun when he fucked with the minds of a few of the agents he had captured for a time namely Minerva and Nail.

But something about speaking seemed to generate this reaction. He didn't need her to speak to communicate with her but didn't mention this intrigued by the response thus far. Perhaps less like Agent Present. She had resisted at first, a contrast to this.

Were a private, he corrected as a tentacle coiled up her leg like a coiling serpent. Soon in was rubbing against her ass. So she was a pilot? He gave that a bit of thought. She might be useful once she was conditioned. Most of the slaves he had were already conditioned, some weren't if he purchased them soon after their capture but he had to be certain first.

She either correct herself later or had not yet reached that point in identifying herself. It had not really mattered to him. She seemed to know her place and how things were. First strip, then you may touch me.

He loosened his hold so she could comply then went back to touching her more directly now. One tentacle went back to rubbing her ass though now he pinched one of her erect nipples rolling it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.

Loping a tentacle about her waist he had only allowed her to touch him a little before he lifted her up to eye level. He examined her closely. His body still wet from pool though he pondered her latest question. Guiding her neglected breast to his mouth the tendrils there fanned out over it and made space for his mouth to suck on her breast.

The tip of a tentacle swirled against her clit while he feasted. Thus far. Though I will have to try you out first to fully answer. The tip of another tentacle maneuvered against her ass coming away from her ass cheek. Another angled against her sex. Do you wish to find out? Not that he needed her permission for anything but he paused just long enough to draw out the moment.

It might’ve occurred to her what he was, that he caught onto her line of thought, but it never dawned on her they were able to communicate in this manner. Too many distractions were working their way into her system. The pleasure racing through her mouth and beyond with each sudden gasp and word where flowing air couldn’t be prevented. The joy of meeting someone who purchased her and chose to hold her close. Unlike her former Mistress, Fafner saw to Phoebe personally. It had been a long time since Vespira decided to do the same.

How could she not admire him for that? Shame joined the other emotions when the girl caught onto her mistake once it was pointed out to her. She followed up with a swift, but humble response. “I’m deeply sorry, Master .. My excitement must’ve gotten the better of me.” She looked up, a renewed frown gradually being replaced by a smile when the reality of the situation came back to her. ”You’re correct, of course. I’m no longer an agent. I’m yours, Master. I’ll always be yours.“

He observed the matter correctly. Speaking definitely had an effect and by the time Phoebe undressed the results showed in the drenched set of undergarments that were removed at once. She showed off with every piece that came off. Short and lacking in sizeable assets, but completely unblemished. Her hips were something to be cherished as they gave rise to a most succulent, downright worshippable ass. She was an athletic young woman, but had more than enough flesh around these areas to counter even the most endowed of them all.

Today revolved around him and when Phoebe got to touch him, it was nothing too intrusive. She got a feel of his wet body, detecting muscles and bones alike as he was the first she ever dealt with. Her hands weren’t looking for weak spots, however. She merely wished to know how he stacked up, but even then he created another distraction as he assaulted one of her nipples, drawing it out fully in the process of manipulating it.

“T-That feels good ..” She moaned and exhaled, causing the heat in her groin to escalate whilst her features flushed further. Phoebe then watched with bated breath as he lifted her off the ground, bringing the slave up to eye level.

“Ahh! M-Master!” His mouth worked wonders on her aching breast, filling it with pleasure induced warmth. Another appendage set down on her clit, exposing the engorged pleasure button within mere moments. It felt absolutely divine and more was yet to come. She glanced down for a moment and burned for the attention. Her nether lips twitched with the feel of flesh against the hot entrance. At the same time he first felt the narrow seal of her rear tighten further, then relax as Phoebe fixated on accommodating him there if he chose to fill her.

When the question finally came, Phoebe wanted nothing more than discover the answer. “Yes .. Yes, I’d love to.” Would he be rough? Or gentle? Maybe a combination of the two. She’d grown accustomed to both, but not him in particular quite yet. It bothered her, having to leave the matter up to chance, but then again he chose to be in control rather than asking her to show off which made things easier. Studying his likes and dislikes had been part of her routine.

Still, in spite of her position Phoebe did have preferences. Seeing how much of her former self had to be crushed and suppressed in equal measures, she was lucky to have retained a minor sense of self in the first place. Regardless of which methods Phoebe actually preferred, Fafner owned her now. She’d be his for as long as he wished to keep her around and every moment in his presence became one of utter fulfillment. Her hips wriggled against each tendril, eager but far from driving them into her glistening sheath and tight backside. She wished to serve and gazed deeply into his white eyes, anticipating the very second he’d explore these trained depths for himself.

She would find that his flesh was firm and yet elastic. The more she pressed and squeezed against it the more she could indent it though it always sprang back to it's initial form like memory foam. It was amazing to discover that he had no bones that sheer psychic will gave him shape rather then bone structure. How this was managed wasn't clear but no part of him resisted being compressed. It did not seem to bother him in the least.

But Fafner was unlike many of his kind. Due to the drug he had been taking he was far quicker than the others but at the same time impaired too. While he could use telepathy it often took a concentrated effort to use it. Every once in a while he might pick up on something but for the most part other than speech he often made a mess of things.

There were a few times were he managed to use it well. With Nail it was always short term to keep her off balance. With Minerva it was longer but he was using less of the drug then. He was moving her with ease carrying her closer to that pool.

While he teased her with his touch a bit longer she would be tossed into that pool. One splash then the flow of water all over her. Not even a second later there was a second splash. Tentacles grasped her again bringing her head above water. He rubbed the water off her face near the eyes.

Her ankles were drawn part and pulled out from under her at the same time her wrists were entangled and arms stretched out towards him as were her legs. She was no longer standing but more or less sitting without sitting kept afloat by his grasp.

Hands inspected her breasts, squeezing and molding them as tentacles pressed to her sex and ass once more. The one at her ass pressed in slowly pushing her onto the other that had waited at her pussy.

Say when. He kept going though at a slow pace seeing just how much she could take, marking that off then extracting himself pressing back in a little faster, then faster again and faster still as he built up that pace. Water sloshing around them.

A tentacle then traced against her lips, he had assumed he had guessed correctly but there was no harm in finding out further.