There certainly was a glow about her as Scorch moved throughout the ship. From time to time she felt eyes upon her. Beaming as her features were turned away. A girl enjoyed being appreciated after all. She didn't mind if they looked or did a double take thinking it was someone else. There just seemed something a bit different she projected. A happiness opposed to a somewhat distant slave that only went through the motions.

The only drugs she was feed thus far were the positive reinforcement ones each time she thought about her Master. So far Mercer had not used the other drugs though she had yet to see him and that could change. She was aroused by her thoughts though this time she could do something about it before it got too bad.

Use to enduring much more she neglected this for now. Preferring her time with Master. If she was rewarded that was great. If denied that was fine too. She was subject to his will. Not in a state of wanton need Scorch didn't escalate matters. Well aware of those times she was yearning for attention she didn't do much to prevent those touches and caresses. Knowing that in the future she may need more.

As long as they weren't too handysy or tried to prevent her from her work. For the most part she stayed out of the way as figures were called out to her. She noted them down only coming a little closer a few times to see an object in question. Appraising it from a far. Her notes assisted in that knowledge.

Happy with the results she found a quiet place to make her own notes before helping with delivering the meal. Oddly Master was alone. Not that she minded that fact. Was he bored of the others already? Or … she shuddered to think that she held more interest for him now. She would have to reflect on that later. Helping layout the food the servants filed out of the chamber.

While at this point she would gain more enjoyment at being at Master's side Scorch wouldn't object to whatever role he designed for her. Should she be sent off on dangerous missions so be it. As long as Master was happy with that.

“Ohhhhh!!!” She gasped as he took hold of her ass. She stepped in closer so he didn't have to reach so far. She wiggled back and forth a little at that touch.

While not totally unexpected Scorch had wondered what repulsed hr about his touch in the past. It felt pleasant.

“I had a few nibbles while making my notes Master,” she answered. Heat dancing within her body as she spoke those words. What was happening? Why did she feel so good? She didn't question it much in the moment only noting that it was better than the alternative.

“Can't I be more useful than just in the bedroom Master?” She feigned a pout with her lips. A pout that morphed into a grin. Explaining what she did at a distance. Not having any business degrees she could recall a few places where she dealt with fences offloading particular goods at better rates. She had even grouped them together by proximity so as to save fuel and time. She even had notes on the things she had little clue about. Such as premium slaves and related equipment.

Her motives questioned Scorch moved into his lap. Casually spearing a piece of meat and feeding him.

“I never cared before Master. With the influx of slaves I thought it was a better use of my time by pleasing you in ways that they are not. I want you to be happy Master and did not wish to smother you. Sadly Hadante's education system is pretty much what you learn on the streets. My practical knowledge comes from my time as a pirate and I'm only familiar with the systems I operated in. Much could have changed but I thought that I'd give you a jumping off point in those areas you may be unfamiliar with.

[color=#FF0000] “If it please you Master I can obtain a deeper understanding of things. It should be a simple matter in loading my datapad with updated materials to study. Of course, if I'm in the way I'll happily step aside for you Master.” She hadn't even noted on a subconscious level how many times she referred to him as Master. She felt good each time. Her arousal stirring each time she did so.

“But I'd be lying if I said I didn't do it for any reason. Just your approval Master. That and to remain useful.”

She could not attest to the sexual prowess of the other Vultures but the gladiatrixes were certainly stronger. Better trained. Scorch but on the occasional show. The last fight she had was quit some time back since Serena was no longer in his possession. Of course if he had her return for a match or placed her on a roster permanently it was not her place to complain but serve.

There was no doubting the woman's need and arousal. The lupine alien male could smell it coming from this lovely slave. Hands slid up and down Scorch's sides, caressing the sides of those breasts through that skimpy attire. "Oh? But you were so eager to be in my bed just hours ago. Have you lost interest in this?" He guides her hand down to his crotch, letting her feel the lump in his pants.

"Whether useful or not, you are still Master's lovely little slut," he teased before eating the offered meat, "But if you wish more duties that keep you on the ship, so be it. Study on your own time and prove that you are not just someone to share a bed with or throw to the arena."

Mercer leaned in to drag his tongue over Scorch's breast and chest, "Mm... The food is delicious but how can I ignore this fine piece of meat on my lap?"

Scorch had shown great improvement over a short amount of time. Perhaps Serena's help did make a difference. It seemed the redhead was making every effort to trigger the collar for more of that drug. In time, perhaps her body will adapt to feel similar effects without the collar.

Mercer had his own matters to attend to so he was not going to fuck every woman he captured every day. He also had reason to hold off on further training for the new women as they were to be presented to Vespira soon.

Speaking of presenting... "As long as you can show Mistress how well trained you are due to serving me, I will be most pleased. She has high expectations. Show her that you are my loyal slave, slut." Mercer had not forgotten his agreement with Vespira. If Scorch ever showed desire to see her sister again, he was to inform Vespira immediately. But if Scorch never did, then he could keep her as long as he pleased. So far, it seems training has been unfolding perfectly. The only words leaving this lovely woman's lips were Master and how she could better serve him.

A growl rumbled through Mercer's chest as he stroked his sexy little pet. "Not bad but I am still hungry. What do you have for dessert?"

She was well aware that she was unable to deceive that sense of smell. Clearly she was aroused. He could see it with a mere glance. There was a glow about her that could have stemmed from a multitude of factors. From being saved from a horrid ordeal, being deprived for days on end, the subliminal messages, drugs and a different approach in her hour of need that imprinted on her mind when release finally came.

Even clear headed (for the most part) she seemed more receptive to him now than ever before. Clearly a combination of these factors. Each wearing her down in it's own insidious way.

In such a state she had thought to do more but refrained. Walking a tight rope between being too needy and not needy enough. She beamed as her hand encountered that lump in his pants. Nice and firm. A warmth spilled over her just as it coursed through her palm.

Warm to the touch she massaged him while he targeted the curve of a breast. She pressed into it, speared another piece of meat and fed him again.

“Heavens no, Master. I was afraid I'd bore you. You have taught me restraint.” She tapped the collar that had fed her that wretch drug. In a way it prepped her to suffer and endure longer. And as much as she wished to fill that itch she felt Scorch didn't want to be a constant bother. There were other matters to see too. Other slaves. She wasn't jealous at all. It wasn't her place to decide what was best for Master.

Oddly this felt good. All that wasted time spent resisting when this was on offer.

Buzz words swam through her. She felt a sharp tingle radiate throughout her core. A soft moan passed her lips.

That flare up at the word slut had not been there when he said it. Normally their was a tell, the hardening of the eyes, a glare, bunching her hands into fists. Not so now. Whether or not it would be the same for others was another matter but one thing at a time.

The word was pleasant to the ear.

“Thank you Master. I shall study in my own time.” As appealing as his words had been

He was distracted by the perch she set. She feigned a whine. “But this is the best seat in the room Master.” Being touched, touching in return. It all felt so new and wondrous.

The exploration of her breast sent pleasant chills through her. She paused in massaging him to remove that flimsy top so he could get at her easier. Scorch yearning for the attention. Pleasant spikes shoot through her.

Eagerly she nods. “Show the Mistress?” She follows what he says, Ignorant of any deal. Not even considering sabotaging things. To what end? It was marvelous to be in Master's presence. She stored his words for later. She would have to engineer a situation that displayed her devotion. No ideas readily came to mind though she had a while to consider it before they returned to civilized space. Unless she had been out longer than she realized since she hadn't checked the time or date.

She glances at him. Contemplating quickly. She uses that time to stroke him. Conflicted in serving and compliance. She certainly didn't wish to disobey but in the end she acted. If Master didn't enjoy what she had in mind there was no doubt he would tell her.

Shifting the trays Scorch hops off his lap to sit on the edge of the table. Her eyes a reddish blue since she was invoking her gift at the lowest setting. Facing him she sat at the edge of the table. Letting a heel fall away her foot keeps him at bay by setting itself over that bulge. Her strength insignificant in keeping him at bay if he truly wished to get at her.

“Still hungry Master?” She shook her head slightly as if in disbelief. Like a true carnivore he tended to devour rather than enjoy his meals. Meaning there were plenty of smaller bits.

Pulling aside those bottoms she scooped up some of the left overs. Rubbing them over her juicy sex. Letting him watch as fingers slowly pressed each scrap into those quivering depths. When the last of it was insert she made a show of licking her fingers. One after another. A mix of gravy, meat and her own juices bathed each.

“Well. Your desert is ready Master,” Giggling her foot came away though she shimmied back along the table. Knocking one of the trays to the floor in the process.

One hand keeping the material of her bottoms aside. Losing her other heel as she drew back. Her legs opened wide as her feet sit on the edge of the table. Eyes dimming back to their usual blue but containing just as much heat.

Had she overstepped? Was he looking for something similar? Her regret being that she could not pleasure him. At least not yet. Still his words seemed open enough for her to take whatever approach she deemed best. Besides, Scorch believed she would have numerous chances to please him.

“Of course I could have wasted time. If you prefer a more appropriate desert I can run down to the kitchen Master.” What had she been thinking? And yet impulse had her act with what was immediately on hand. Next time she would have to bring along more treats. It warmed her up with such lewd thoughts smearing herself in whip cream and peanut butter. Whatever they had on hand she doubted any of it would be toxic to him.

Heat flowed through the lupine's pants and into his rousing phallus. Scorch could feel it pulse and throb, swelling and growing more and more with each passing moment. A pleasured growl left Mercer's throat as his pet eagerly stripped off that top. His long rough tongue dragged across a nipple, the peak feeling every single bump grace its tender flesh.

The details of Mercer's agreement did not matter in the end as long as the redhead obeyed and did not embarrass him before the Mistress. But, he planted the idea that her behavior and obedience will be a reflection of her Master's reputation and capability.

The lupine male gazed at Scorch as she took her seat on the table. A foot pressed against his crotch. The lump in his pants was threatening to stretch the material as he grew more and more aroused. The former mercenary put on a bit of a show stuffing her pussy with a different sort of meat. The tray clattered onto the floor as the woman spread those thighs wide a part, revealing the juicy meat and pussy that awaited Mercer.

Mercer did not let Scorch second guess herself. Clawed hands held those thighs apart as low growl escaped the beast's throat. Hot breaths soaked over those juicy lips as he inhaled the aroma before him. He grasped those bottoms and tore them away, leaving nothing between him and his feast.

The wolfman's tongue churned those scraps of meat about as he gradually fished each piece one by one. The flexible muscle dragged over those inner walls, collecting and tasting both the woman's pussy and his dessert together. With each piece of meat devoured, Scorch would feel that tongue flick and lick that tender g-spot. He kept adding more fuel to the flames that have been heating up since the woman woke up and could not stop thinking of this beast of a man.

Mercer's nose and breaths tickled the woman's clit as he delved. But once Scorch's body began to tense or those sounds grew sharper and louder, he would pull away. He licked his lips as he undid his pants. His long thick monster stood proudly as he looked down. "Looks like I did not save any for you," he chuckled, "Don't worry, I have plenty of meat right here for you." He rubbed the tip over those pussy lips. "Still not hungry?" He prodded the entrance only to let it slide along those lips and rest his shaft just over them. She could feel the heat throbbing and pulsing against her sex. Did she want her pussy stuffed with a different sort of meat or did she want to taste this a different way?

That tongue freely roamed against her bared breast. Soft gasps followed as she traced that bulge in his pants. His growls varied. She had learned to disgust between those of anger, frustration and pleasure. In pleasure was what she had heard in them. That had only spiked her desire more knowing that she was doing something right.

The idea planted in her head Scorch would do her best for her Master. It was hard right now to think it through and this time it wasn't due to the cloudiness of drugs but rather being distracted.

Rather than capitulate straight away she put on a bit of a show. Stuffing herself. Her toes wiggling and massaging that member. What restraint. He could easily have pressed her aside and devoured her whole. In the past in her rebellious state she had preferred it to hurt. Preferred not enjoying herself. It helped her stubbornly resist. That touch that was once repulsive now was pleasant. What she craved. Those drugs made no distinction between her pain or pleasure. Denying her release. Forcing compliance and giving her small dumps of endorphins when she did so.

What had she been thinking? She loved this touch. Needed this touch. Craved it. Obeying would only get easier. She would learn not to second guess herself so much. It was as if she were new to this. At least in complete compliance. The drugs only reinforced what she wished to do. Imprinted due to recent events the fog of her mind had not comprehended everything. What had mattered was that Mercer saved her from that hell. That he released her in more ways than one. For that she gave him her gratitude and devotion. A transformation finally occurring in her mind.

Positioning herself for his ease Scorch had been torn. This certain would give her pleasure but what about Master's? She had not second guessed herself for long as he rose. That restraint had been lost or was it? He tore away the bottoms then tended to her.

That flexible tongue pushing past soaked muscles. Wriggling and working for each morsel before drawing it into his mouth before retrieving the next. She squealed in glee. Her head tipping back. Eyes closed. Her breaths increased as he continued.

A hand folding around the back of his head with the other fondled her own breast. Trays were knocked free of the table. She could not help but squirm. Fighting off her own impending release. For hours she had placed it off in hopes of being set free once more. But his slave didn't want to come across as too needy. Not that she had minded in the least. Reminding her of just how skilled he was.

Holding back only took her so far.

“You're the best Mastahhh!!! Oh, I'm … I'm” left panting and flushed Mercer drew away. This time with the unbuckling of his pants she realized he hadn't been playing one of his games of denial. Get her on the brink then activate the drug showed the quickest results.

Eyes took in his cock as it was freed. Scorch licked her lips. Hardly processing matters before feeling the familiar hardness press against her. Oh wow. She wanted it. Want to scream at him to put it in. He spent the time to tease her with it. Long enough for her to make a decision.

She found herself smiling then glancing down at that member. The aches were gone now but how long could she hope to last?

“Oh I am always hungry for that meal Master.” Her heels pushed against the edge of the table as she slid back away from him. A series of trays clattered on the floor getting a guard to peak in before returning to his post.

She rolled over then twisted herself around on the table so she was facing him. Chest down. Some gravy splattered over her. On hand cradled his balls. Her touch warming up. After tracing his shaft with her tongue she grasped it. Slowly pumping up and down his length. Her hand curling around him as she worked in order to stimulate him more. As she worked her tongue traced along the tip. Eager to please she sucked on that crown without taking him into her mouth yet.

Casually her tongue traced the slit there before she worked her mouth around the tip. Instead of sucking or bobbing down she did something different. Her head making a circular motion. Then down she descended taking in more of him. Pausing her head made the same motion as her tongue brushed over his shaft. Her eyes taking on a soft brown almost amber hue as she charged up her gift then maintained it without increasing the power behind it.

She could warm up her touch without much of a delay. Building to anything damaging though took seconds or minutes depending on the strength. Good for a surprise attack or if she could keep her distance but impractical most of the time. Plus it lapsed if she lost concentration so she could only go about with a charge for so long. Thoughts would drift, concentration would be broken. It was an easy thing to get around if one knew about it and it's limits. Of course Mercer knew. One of many reasons were she had been fighting off drugs no doubt.

Now there was only the one reinforcing the behavior she wanted to do anyway. Far easier to deal with. Though she had not gone for any length without him as of yet she could still get her release in other ways. A win win in her book. Even if Master didn't have the time to deal with her directly just thoughts of him were rewarding and her mind was still kept clear enough to function.

Though certainly she enjoyed his company. This felt good. Waves of heat engulfed her as she reached her limits in what she could comfortably take. Her chin brushing up against her pumping hand every once in a while as she sucked, teased and slurped that cock.

Unless stopped she would continue on until she got to taste him. Consuming every drop. Her protein for the day! Recounting just what he enjoyed Scorch teased. Soon matching a pace that he had seemed to enjoy in the past. Each bob of her head sent shivers of pleasure through her. The sheer thought that Master was making those sounds for her. Because of her. Not that she needed the encouragement that was reward in and of itself.

The table was a complete mess. Gravy and sauce soaked over Scorch's breasts and body as she layed on the table. Mercer was very much amused and delighted to see this woman debase herself just to have a taste of his cock. A hand stroked that long red hair while he felt warmth infuse his sac and member. He had no fear of this woman trying anything dangerous. Even without the collar, this woman may just continue behaving in order to reach that next pleasured high.

Mercer did not move beyond stroking that pretty little head. He let the woman get what she was denied before. The taste of salty precum graced that tongue. She felt the member swell and throb in her grasp. This was the member that reshaped her insides just hours before. Now, she was tasting this wonderful thing once more.

The beast growled as that cock tensed and twitched. Hot ropey globs of seed filled the redhead's mouth and throat. She gulped every drop she could, not sparing a single one. Mercer's hand took a firmer grasp of the woman's head. She would find herself being pulled down his length again. His cock was still hard after cumming once and he was going to give his pet the feast she so desired.

Hips bucked forward, pushing that tip against the back of the enslaved woman's throat. "That's it... Have every drop..." Mercer growled. Balls slapped against the woman's hand or chin if she was not holding them any longer. His other hand reached down to grasp and squeeze a breast as he admired the lovely diva he had completely broken in by his cock and drugs. If this woman was loyal to this point, there should be no issue showing her off to Vespira when they meet soon.

Scorch got a faceful of the lupine's crotch as he growled out another orgasm. She felt that warm jizz filling her throat. His cock stayed inside her throat, ensuring none could escape until he pulled out. "You swallowed it all. You truly are my lovely slut." He chuckled. He pulled out, leaving that cock before Scorch's face. "A tasty meal but it seems you are messy eater. The table, the floor, you," he teased.

Whether Scorch proves herself useful or not, there was no denying she would remain a wondrous fuck.

Mercer allowed her to accommodate to his size. With no fear of those heated touches. As it were she had a few tells with the ability. Her eyes blazing, almost but not quit glowing when she was at full power. Before reaching that point he would feel the increased heat. But her eyes didn't shift from where they were. That caress nice and warm.

Scorch was thrilled. Brought to the brink of release as it were the sensations of merely serving washed through her. Like gasoline hitting flames. No drugs hindered her, those that flowed through her system rewarded her. While not giving her release they did not prevent it either. These were the ones that just made her good. Arousing her. Without the companion drug that prevented her release she was still able to think straight though her mind often drifted thinking how best to serve.

His pet got into a rhythm. Going frantic with the mere hint of a taste of him. Unlike the repulsive Kamar this tasted good. This is what she needed! If she could only have one food for the rest of her life this would be it.

Encouraged by those growls her head bobbed back and forth. Lips twisting and spiraling over his rod. Tongue washing against him to encourage that sweet release.

A messy breast played with, her crown of red hair caressed Scorch enthusiastically worked that length. Receiving the reward of his cum. That essence flowing as he trembled and stilled. He was still gloriously hard. Peeking up at him she would have smiled if she could. Not freeing that cock from her lips she swallowed him down. The hand atop her head probably wouldn't have allowed her to disengaged not that she wished.

Then he came at her. With unrestrained lust. His cock thrusting deeper. Balls clapping against her hand. Pure ecstasy filling her. Feeling needed. Feeling her Master submitting to that want as he ran wild.

Surprised at first by the suddenness she gagged a little. He was so deep. No stranger to him Scorch adjust in quick order. Knowing just when to make a swallowing action to take him in deeper without gagging. Her breathing was tougher but she managed well enough through her nostrils.

Oh he came so fast that time! Excited for more? She swallowed him down. Licking him clean even as his hand loosened his hold she slowly drew away. Cleaning as she did so. Complying with his commands. Every last drop. She opened her mouth to show that it was empty.

Her attention brought to the mess she had made. Upturned trays. Splatters of gravy, sauce and a few morsels of meat.

Unaware of his thoughts about Vespira Scorch had locked into the moment.

Still on the brink she was well aware that Master was still hard. She twisted and shifted atop the table eventually sitting on the edge and facing him. She could see the mess better now.

“Oh, I should have moved that first Master.” Her eagerness to obey. True she could have spent the time setting aside each dish but she hadn't wanted to. His earlier words left some wiggle room in such a delay. Honestly she didn't think he minded. She didn't.

Slut. The word washed through her. Making her feel good. She found herself shake her head a little. “No. Master's slut.”

Not that there was much of a distinction there. While in use by someone else he'd authorize she would treat them as Master by default. She would be their slut unless countermanded by Mercer. She would explain if asked. Doing whatever he asked. To whomever if he willed it. Naturally there was always a preference. She understood the way of things.

Inspecting her limbs as restless as she was Scorch did not push for her release. Well, not in an obvious way. But if he appeared receptive and didn't dismiss her she'd beg a little.

Scorch didn't want to make assumptions. “Oh, I guess I should get cleaned up Master. Should I fetch one of the others to see to ...” she trailed off. Her eyes lowering to his impressive member. That look imploring him to finish what was stared. To make her cum.

As much as she wanted to it was clear that servitude trumped her own desires and needs. She wanted what was best for Master even to her own determent.

“But if you don't want me to … if I maybe so bold … I want to show you just how much of a slut your pet is. Please Master. I want more of your cum. I love how it feels inside me. I want to cum on that terrific cock. I want that knot inside me.” Her hands roamed over her messy breasts. Pressing them together. Squeezing them while coating her fingers in that goop.

Her eyes loosing some luster as their usual blue returned. An idea hitting her. Another option. Which of the three would he opt for. “Unless Master wishes to clean me up ...”

Even after gulping down this wolfman's hot loads, Scorch was still yearning for more. There were many things Mercer wanted to do to this hopeless slut. Taking her to his bed would only result soaking the sheets in this mess. They could fuck in the shower. Perhaps later. For now, he grabbed the woman and rolled her over, her messy chest pressed over that table as he pulled that fine ass to him.

Mercer's cock dragged between those asscheeks. It sawed between those thighs, gliding over those juicy netherlips. He rocked his hips back and forth before drawing back. He would fill this woman with his cock and cum. But, she did not say which hole.

Scorch felt that tip pushing against her anus. Mercer growled as muscles flexed and forced himself into that tight passage. He pushed in slowly, letting her feel as that knob and shaft gradually spread her wide open. "Yeah... Nice and tight!" he howled as he smacked that ass, "How does that feel, slut? Tell me how much you love it up the ass!"

Inch after inch disappeared into that ass until hips met those fine cheeks. He let his cock throb inside before drawing back and beginning long thorough thrusts. He forced through any tightness or clenching as he held his pet down over the table. His strong grip would pull the woman towards him as his hips surged forward, jamming as much of himself into the aching beauty as possible.

"Look at you, can't stop thinking about my cock, can you?" Mercer growled as he fucked this slave's fine ass. His balls slapped those cheeks as he showed no signs of being spent yet.

She entertained no illusions about going to the bedchamber in her current state. Why make a mess of two rooms? Though she wouldn't have minded making a mess throughout the ship. It filled her with a degree of excitement. Him showing the others just who's pet she was.

The only drawback would be splitting her attention or being commanded to perform for them. Not that she would have minded. It was all for Master's sake. More so it was selfish. Master's cock was the best! Master knew how to treat her body! He knew her in and out.

And my God these past two days. Having such attention. She was beside herself with want.

Glad that he wasn't sending her away her slippery body moved easily against the table. Flipped over on her chest Scorch glanced back to see just what he was up to. As if she couldn't guess. Pulled closer to the edge of the table so he could get at her she felt the hot amber of that lance. Sliding. Teasing. Her breath hitching as he teased her senses.

Her enjoyment at having Master filled her with passion. Never specifying which hole she felt him make his choice.

“OH SHIT! AHHHHH!!!” Such a big boy! Flames incinerating the log he fed to the fire as she folds around him. She smiles still looking back. Managing to take that beast she begins moving as she adjusts.

Pressing back slowly she can't match the vigor of those thrusts. Her chest sliding against the table though his grasp pulling her back. Unable to move all that well she elects to wiggle her ass back and forth leaving all the pushing and pulling to him. That table making it impossible to establish a proper rhythm.

A hand reached down between her legs. Fingers swirling over her clit as he works. The crack of his palm off her ass is loud but doesn't hurt. Heightening her mood. She only regrets that she is unable to do much.

“OHHH!!! I LOVE MASTER'S COCK IN MY ASS!!!” She lacked the words and the breath to get to an in depth critique.

Unrelenting. He showed no signs of reaching his end. Drugs feeding into her at a steady rate as she surrendered to his commands. If not through the influx of drugs and the stronger ones that cut her off from her own release her mind would have been incoherent. As it was focusing took far more effort. Subconsciously she had to play back his statement in her head a few times before deciphering those words.

Eyes traveled up to his own. Her shoulder straining a little but it went ignored. The burning in her ass felt so wonderful. The pain outside of some initial discomfort had been swallowed up by bliss. Serving being it's sweet reward.

Fingers slow. Stop. Then start up again keeping her more on the cusp of release that he started without tipping herself over that edge.

“Why wouldn't I UHHH think about OHHH your cock all the time Master? It's AHHH sooo good. Can I … can I cum Master?” She was so close. It felt electric. Tingles flowing all over her. But if anything she had learned it had been enduring pleasure. Receiving true bliss was an ultimate reward. He could deny her in which she' cease touching herself. Or he might want to take a more direct hand. Either way she was so close. Insatiable. And she loved it!

She tried her best to hold back. Least he start up on the other drugs again. Nor did she know if actually enjoyed her cumming her brains out now that she was no longer a headache. This was new ground for her and thus she didn't want to tempt fate by cumming too quickly or without his permission in doing so.

Another swat came down on that ass as hips ground against Scorch. Mercer's knot was lodged inside as his cock seared along those tight tender depths. Watching the woman struggle to hold off that orgasm was pleasing to the beastman's eye. Grunts and growls were the only response for the moment, making the tension rise as the inevitable threatened to send the redhead into orgasmic oblivion again.

"Alright, you horny slut!" Mercer barked out, smacking that ass, "Cum like the dirty slut you are!"

Hips slapped harder as the alien male plowed that ass hard and fast. He fucked that ass even as the woman came her brains out. Mercer would feel that ass clench around his meat as it twitched and throbbed in anticipation. With a roar, his hips hilt his cock inside Scorch's ass as he unleashed his own load into the shuddering beauty.

Mercer held himself inside the woman, letting every swell and spurt empty into that tight ass. There was no question that this once rebellious whore was now a broken slut. He was pleased to see how cock-hungry she had become. He may not always indulge in her needs but that only made the next moment he filled her all the more orgasmic an experience.

There were some things Scorch could do without additional training for the time being. The two Vultures he had, he had questions of who they were and what they were capable of. It was unknown if Vespira cared for members of that pirate faction. But, the more information Mercer could present, the better he would appear before the female crimelord.

A hand would grasp Scorch by the head and lift her up. Mercer would see what state she was in now before dropping her back onto that gravy and sauce covered table. If she was spent, he would call guards to take her to be cleaned up along with cleaning up this current mess.

The question hung in the air. Scorch balling her hands into fists as she fought the urge to touch herself. Another stinging slap to her ass joined the clapping sounds his hips made against her ass. One cheek pink showing the impression of his clawed hand. Practically struck in the same place.

Her body seized up. Clenching around his girth as it surged through her. Fearful that she asked for two much his answer finally came after minutes or it felt like minutes when in actuality it had been seconds.

“OH! THANK YOU MASTER!” Relief flooded her. Fingers flying to work. In mere seconds she was wrapped up with a fierce release. It thundered through her core. Lasting forever it seemed as he had not stopped.

“YES MASTER! YES! FEEL YOUR DIRTTY LITTLE SLUT CUMMING AROUND YOU.” A litany of satisfied moans pasted her lips. Again her body exploded as she felt him do so inside her. That event trigger her own end.

Pleased that she had brought him to release. Her mind barely coherent she was lifted up by the hair, checked on then dropped. The gravy and sauce making more of a Plop then a Thunk. Unable to brace for a fall from such a short drop. Her breasts took the brunt of it but the state of the table shielded her more than a brief ache had she been aware enough to feel it.

Panting those questions about her colleagues would have to wait. Even in such a messy state she was muttering his praises. Though it was clear that she was unresponsive.

Guard fetched her from the chamber. Servants working to get the room in order Scorch is cleaned up.

Dress full of sweet rewards those she doesn't recall the first few. Her subconscious mind working on something he brought up. Scenes played out. Scenes of her. Of Mercer. Of Vespira. Most of the dreams resulted in her overstepping her situation. Trying to impress Vespira that Master did a fine job. But she was either too forward or too distracting from business at the wrong time. When she woke she was aroused from the dreams. Dreams that faded from her mind. All but a vague recollection. But the last one.

Arousing dreams. Subliminal messages. All caused her blood to boil. One could have sworn it was frigid it this room given how sharp her clit and nipples were. She struggled through getting a few notes down on her datapad before turning her attention to pleasuring herself.

Fingers digging in deep. Hands roaming and caressing her breast. When satisfied she dressed again in a fresh set of clothes. Someone had brought her heels here and she slipped them on.

She didn't wear make up and wouldn't know how to apply it properly. It had always been her thing that a woman should look good without it. While make up could enhance it was often used to cover flaws or make on far more appealing then they were. She was of the thought that there should be no surprises. She did used the perfumes she found. Grabbing her datapad she realized she needed authorization to log into the ship's database to download information concerning trade.

Feeling refreshed Scorch was still aroused from all those dreams and messages. A fairly steady supply of the good drugs had been fed to her as she dreamed about Master. Still she was focused enough. Knowing it could be worse today she elected to share some news with Master. She had to run it by him first anyway and she was curious as to what he would think.

By that point she had forgotten most of her dreams other than her notes. And what she had noted had more or less been the main issue. That and a few racy tid bits she may or may not share. Best not to get Master too excited should things not go as planned if the matter came up at all.

So with a spring in her step she sought Mercer out again. She left the medbay again. Not that she had really needed it but her aches and soreness had been gone. Ensuring that she was in peak condition when they returned? She didn't question it. Or the dreams.

Hoping she isn't interrupting anything important she speaks to one of the guards first. If he was busy she would visit with 92 after leaving a message than she wished to speak to him at his convenience. Unable to download things at the moment she would have him recite material from his memory if he were unable to access things himself. His information was rather basic but learning even that as she waited for Master to be free was progress of sorts.

Scorch rested in the same area as the slaves. There was some separation depending on primary roles whether it was a gladiatrix or someone in his possession to be trained and returned to Vespira. The women taken from Kamar were kept elsewhere to limit conflicts. Mercer did not own many slaves so space was hardly an issue and Scorch did not have much competition assuming the woman had grown more possessive of having her Master's attention.

The bed was enough to sleep on. It was certainly not luxurious but it was also not negligent. Scorch woke already heated and aching. It was possible she was aware of what was happening to her. There were various methods and techniques to break down a woman and turn them into a slave. Brainwashing, hypnosis, torture, drugs, and more. But even if she knew, did she care anymore? What used to disgust and anger her now pleasured her. Her most hated enemy was the source of her infatuation and stimulation. With her every thought being how to better herself for Mercer, she may never want to leave at this rate. Scorch could see herself in the mirror as she groped and masturbated right there in the room before getting dressed. Was she embracing and the names and dirty titles she had been called before?

The tracker in her collar ensured that Scorch's movements were not entirely unknown. It also meant there was little need for guards to watch her constantly. Any that passed merely noted her presence and moved on. The medbay did a check up. There were no signs of the previous injuries. Interacting with 92 was fine with supervision though there was little fear of anything going wrong after its reprogramming. Mercer was working but would receive the message from the redhead eventually. What did his slave want to speak about?

It would be much later before Scorch was called to Mercer. It was either because he was busy or showing he was not at his slave's beck and call. Whatever it was, the lupin alien male was not upset when the woman arrived. "I understand you have something you wish to speak about," he stated, "Go ahead."

While she had not linger on the methods she was well aware of brainwashing and hypnosis. Scorch felt the effects of those drugs. Torture too. Though with the later it was often wallowing with need that could never be sated. At least not until Kamar's ship.

Had Scorch thought about it she would have come to the conclusion that these various methods combined to mak one perfect storm. Couple that with what she was rescued from finally eroded what sliver of will she had. Now her focus was on serving her Master's needs.

So far she hadn't shown signs of possessiveness. While she longed to obey and serve Master's happiness was of highest priority. Would he want his slaves squabbling for attention? Fighting and causing issues? Vying for his attention would be one thing but if it spilled into discord among the slaves it could get out of hand. Plus it would probably result in separation of slaves, reselling or worse.

She had been angry that her torturers were receiving the bliss she had craved for but held her temper. A good thing she had. Her tongue got her in so much trouble. And that tongue! She shuddered with the thought of last night. That was rather unusual on her part. She felt no shame only concerned that she would be seen as placing her pleasure above Master's.

She yearned in seeing him. Fortunately those ugly drugs had prepared her to place her needs aside. As much as she craved fulfillment Scorch had learned some lessons without being told.

It was of little surprise that she had been turned away. Disappointed in a small way but it was an expected disappointment. She was in a constant state of arousal given how often her thoughts drifted to Mercer. She'd satisfy herself only to find those levels creep back up.

Certainly not as good as Master's touch but it had to do for now. Visions of being taken and serving him flowed through her. Shamelessly as 92 lectured about boring trade laws and their origins she found her thoughts wandering again and played with herself then and there. She had to have him go over things again twice more. It was so boring that the second time around caused the same results!

She ate a little before her summons. An instant thrill rushed through her as she made her way to her destination.

God he was so wonderful. Breath taking. Her eyes drink him in. She shivered a little in his presence. Wishing for more from this meeting but knowing that was not the reason for being here.

“Yes, Master. I'll try to keep it brief. Last night my dreams were unusual at least I have a vague impression they were. I only remember that they were on the upcoming meeting with Mistress Vespira.” Scorch was uncertain of what title she should use seeing that Mercer owned her. Crime Lord sounded to mundane.

Rather then dwell on that she pressed on. “Save for the last one. I think the dreams kept informing me what was inappropriate or to forward. If you wish to impress upon the Mistress as to the progress of my training I was thinking that you, we, might not even have to bring it up.

“Let her inquire. If I go without a collar for the meeting Master. She's sure to notice at some point and may even ask for a demonstration of your skill. You can recollar me afterwards Master.

“I. I just don't want to mess anything up by being too bold or acting on impulse to please you Master when it would be inappropriate to do so.” There was another thing but she held off on that potential surprise if the opportunity came to pass.

“It was just a thought I figured I would share in order to get your input.” Wow, that was a lot. She prided herself with being focused enough to get through all that. Then again it had to do with Master so it was easier. Her thoughts did not wander as she focused on how to better please him. Whether that be through sex or another form of servitude didn't matter at this point.

Scorch arrived in heels and revealing attire. If the hardened nipples did not show how aroused the woman was, the scents Mercer picked up certainly did. He was unsure what to think about a conversation based on dreams. The title for Vespira was Mistress as far as he was concerned so he showed no issue with it being said by his own slave.

"And you believe your dreams have informed you that this is the best course of action?" Mercer replied, staring at the woman. There was little concern that removing the collar would cause any problems. Even without the drugs, Scorch would not dare try anything while Vespira had her sister. Acting out of line during the meeting could cause damage but the gains would not be worth the losses in such a short-sighted spiteful act.

Mercer got up and approached Scorch. A claw dragged along the collar for a bit before she suddenly felt it loosen and fall off her neck. "Alright, lets see how well you perform without it," he said, "And I think I know where you can prove your loyalty. Consider it a treat for thinking of your Master all this time."

Removing the collar was something planned to see how well the training and imprinting was taking. Now was as good of time as any after seeing so much progress in recent days. But if there was more to discuss, Scorch would need to speak up soon as she would soon be led to the bridge of the ship. There, members of his guard and crew were at their stations as he led his pet to his chair. He would sit with this thighs apart.

"Since you have been such a good girl, I'll let you suck my cock while I work," Mercer states. Scorch had an audience as she was before her Master in the middle of the bridge. The collar would no longer be pumping her with steady doses of the drug including the one that held off her orgasms. How would her body and mind react to this 'reward'? Would she be able to keep focus or would she find herself needing relief?

The sounds of the bridge and people working would sound from all directions. Unless she stopped to look, Scorch would be left guessing how many of them were watching her suck her former enemy's hot rod. Mercer would say nothing more unless his pet did something wrong. He would give orders and ask for updates on their position and heading. It would not be long before they finally catch up to Vespira.

“Forget I mentioned it Master. It was stupid to think -” Mercer approached. Holding her attention as he neared. What had she been thinking? Would Vespira see it as reckless if she were not collared? She was hoping to impress upon her the opposite. That a collar was not needed.

Even as she second guessed herself she felt a claw trace against the collar. Gasping in surprise as it fell free. Relief flooded her. It had seemed that her idea had some merit. In the least it should spark conversation at a necessary time. Rather than interrupting or making a mess of things.

“I will not disappoint you Master.” This time there were no drugs to stimulate her but Scorch felt good all the same. A tingly lanced through her head. She pressed her eyes closed as a low moan escaped her.

Escape. The first aim would have been to get free of that collar. But that was furthest from her mind. He was her drug. Her need. In or out of a collar.

Enthused about proving her loyalty she follows on his heels. Wondering just what he had in mind. Recognizing where they were heading she came into a busy bridge. An audience, though her time in the arena made this gathering small.

For a moment she wonders why she is here. To deal with the crew? To see if she could distract them from their tasks as she served Master? To display his dominance? It was good to be king and Mercer had planned to show his crew his power.

Her eyes slid over the various stations. Calculations filling her head rather than as a delaying tactic Scorch deemed the vantage point of each of those stations. Dominance and a show. Alright. Though Mercer provided little direction she worked out how to please him. Searching her mind how best to serve in a fashion that went beyond the ordinary.

She didn't have the drugs from the collar this time other than those that lingered in her system. The small hits of dopamine when she thought of Master where short lived. Just enough of a hit to make her feel good when thinking about Mercer in all his glory.

Approaching his seat she smirked. Eyes dipping over him as she walked around his seat. Making additional calculations from areas she could not accurately assess from the doorway.

She licked her lips hungrily as she glanced down to his trousers. Hands resting on his thighs she leans down. Her teeth carefully latching on to any zipper and making a show of drawing it down. Her face pressing into his crotch as she inhaled his scent. Hands joining in getting clothing out of the way. Then delving forth. A small lick here. Another there.

She took her time worshiping that member. A slow tease before caring out his command. She didn't think he'd mind. Purring her tongue washed the tip of his member.

A hand reaching into his pants to unleash those balls. Cradling them in her hands. Lips stretching over him. A fierce suck she drew back to let a finger trail down his length.

“Tasty …” sh considered asking if there was more that he wanted. More then this conquest of his slave but thought better of it. Maybe she would take the initiative at some point. For now Scorch delved into that task taking a bit more of him. Sucking fiercely her tongue washing over her tip. Again she draws away unless he prevents it. Pausing only long enough to remove her top she guides him between her breasts. Her lips returning though this time they do not retreat until she stuffs all of that meat into her mouth. Her mouth trailed right behind the hand that pumped over him it lifting as she drew back.

It flt good. Sh didn't care who was watching. She had considered shifting a bit for the sake of her audience. But right now that wasn't a priority. Her sole focus was Master. Oddly this felt good. Even without the frequent buzzing hits her mind had been conditioned at this point. His pleasure was here pleasure in a way. That didn't necessarily mean she'd get release all the time. But as long as Master was satisfied she'd deal with the ache and yearning. In many ways his toying/torture of her with the denial drugs got her to embrace such a state. Got her use to having to endure. Pressing into her mind that if she pleased Master enough. If she were good. Maybe. Just maybe he'd give her that sweet bliss.

She hungered for his approval as much as she hungered for her body. The very body she was eagerly worshiping at that very moment.