It did not seem the alien toad cared what Destiny had to say. Human women were sources of pleasure or breeding stock for many of the alien races and factions throughout the galaxy. Much like many places, Scorch was an object, property even.

Fat glistening hips pump upwards while hands continued to pull the woman down onto the twin cocks. The lewd slurp of juices and the glistening fluid that coated the being was heard with every thrust now. With three more yanks downwards, the beast croaked loudly as he held the woman in place. Swell after swell rippled down both shafts, releasing thick ropey streams of alien seed into the human woman's body. It was bubbling hot as it flooded into Scorch's tight anus and filled her empty womb. The collar registered her accomplishing her task and rewarded her appropriately.

Only when the beast was finished releasing his dual loads did he withdraw his tongue. He dragged the tongue over the woman's chin and up her cheek before pulling her off his body. Destiny was discarded onto the table. Her attire was disheveled but not too damaged. At least going with a skirt and no undergarments ensured ease of access and less need to unwrap the lovely present.

Left sprawled on the table with cum oozing out of her ass and slit, Destiny was once more another slave in Vespira's establishment. The collar would continue to read the woman. When it seemed she was coherent enough to take orders again, she would be put back on the market for the next patron to order. As if she had been working here the entire time, they were treating her like any other slave serving the place.

'MMMPH!!! ARGH!!! OHHH!!!” Muffled sounds reverberated against that tongue that had latched on and around her own. Powerful hands kept pulling her down while he continued to pump his hips upward into her. Sealing even more tightly around those dual members she came drowning in a wave of sheer bliss.

That did not slow that onslaught that kept her on that razor's edge of maddening pleasure. The collar rewarding her in a more insidious way than those cocks right now. Both were amazing in there own right. It did not take long for those cocks unloaded their cargo straight into her gushing inside the woman and triggering another release that quaked her senses as her hips still gyrating slowed once she was held in place.

The collar alone overwhelmed her senses but somehow she was still conscious but far from coherent. Feeling that tongue course over her she had the vague memory of being discarded on the hard table top. She felt the thick tickle of seed escaping her body.

Minutes, maybe even hours past as all sense of time left her. Had she been more aware she may have concluded it couldn't have been hours. The table was never sat, the alien had gone, or maybe it was sat again and she didn't realize that she had been a mere table setting to whatever alien chanced by.

Slowly she came down from that high. When she had her head was buzzing with the after glow of pleasure. Her thoughts hadn't been on her sister, her first being to get cleaned up and get ready again. Be presentable for the next guest. She had time to straighten out her disheveled attire while at the table but whether or not there was time to actually get cleaned up was another matter.

She knew how the collars worked, that she would be placed back on the menu as soon as she recovered. She might have to suffer some punishment in order to get cleaned up or go straight to a table if summoned. No, that seemed wrong, she had to look her best, what alien would want the mess after another had his or it's way with her.

Her thoughts shifted from Serena to what was best for business. What had the other slaves done last time? What did she? It was all a blur in her memory. However, she thought it would be best to suffer some punishment and delay that oh so enticing reward making receipt of it that much sweeter.

Scorch had her previous experiences at this place to go off of. She managed to recover and it most likely did not take any longer than an hour. The woman had her human limitations but, she also has had plenty of sexual training and experience. There was no sign of the toad, probably leaving after having his fun. It was unlikely anyone else was sat at the same table while the woman was sprawled out on it. Past memories of similar situations all had different results. Sometimes, she came to only to be called to another table immediately. Other times she was woken by staff and slaves performing clean up for the night. Severe cases of sexual exhaustion and defilement sometimes led to the crimson haired woman waking in the backroom.

Some aliens did not mind ordering a recently used woman. They were in a brothel after all, it was safe to assume every slave was used goods. But, sometimes Scorch was given enough time to go clean up before being called again. It was unknown if such details were provided as the human woman had never looked at the establishment's menus before.

Slaves that had not been ordered yet were expected to walk the floors and either flaunt themselves in hopes of being purchased or wait tables. As the collars reward their overall performance, it was natural for these trained slaves to seek out patrons to pleasure if the orders did not come quick enough.

Whether it was in hopes of better performance or personal reasons, the fiery haired woman headed to the backroom. There were bathrooms and showers to clean up at. Scorch would find other girls. Some were getting dressed while others were adjusting themselves in front of the mirror. Even those without collars on were sporting faintly flushed cheeks. Hardened nipples poked as nubs through their tight fitting tops as they looked over themselves. Without a collar, were they still on the menu or did they handle other tasks?

Slaves gave the mercenary woman smiles as they passed. There was no signs of pain or discomfort that Scorch could notice. No order had came yet and it did not seem like the woman was being punished. Was these actions fine then? Or was it the intention the collar was reading? All attempts to make herself more appealing and marketable was given fine amounts of stimulation. The collar was always training the wearer, goading the user to improve and serve. Of course, the club would not wait forever if Scorch decided to delay things further. She could not tend to her patrons if she was stuck in the backroom.

She returned smiles without any conscious thought of doing so. Her mind coherent in small doses wondering why some of the woman didn't have collars. They were slaves, right? Did they transcend the collar? Gained some sort of addiction where they were no longer needed or did they have different roles, she could not say,

Nor did she linger on it since it did not impact her. The question of why she was here snuck into her mind for a brief moment but that was ephemeral the question melting away almost as soon as it came up. Her body felt good, their was a glow that was being fed to it even now. Her pulse remained at a quickened beat, her nipples were stiff and ready and her reflection clearly displayed her heated nature, the crimson hue that had spread over her cheeks, her clit puffy and erect adding to the dampness between her thighs.

She was quick about things finding that no punishment came nor any orders she managed to even shower adding a touch of perfume she borrowed to enhance her own natural scent. It was probably eagerness that got her to go back out on the floor. Still there were no orders but she had learned the drill from working here last time.

Waiting on tables and bringing drinks to some she certainly did whatever she could to draw attention to herself. Walking with a sway to her hips, leaning over as she set drinks down to accentuate her cleavage and even display her ass to those behind her.

She even thought about spilling drinks into the laps of patrons to clean them up and had been close to doing so but fought against that urge. The collar making her feel good craving relief. If her efforts still didn't receive results she would try something else, something less likely to get her in trouble.

For that little was required. First find a target, second grab one of her companion slaves and make out with them near the target briefly before encouraging them to join in and hopefully get an order.

Was she a slave? It was all so foggy and extremely difficult for her to latch onto things longer than a few seconds and never without loosing her train of thought finding it difficult to focus on anything for long as it was simply unimportant, the collar she wore saw to that.

It was possible the collar had some limitations to ensure it did not punish slaves for deviating from work for personal health or hygiene. Then again, the collar could still be learning about its wearer and has not decided on what was the most optimal limits to ensure maximum profits. But even if the collar did not fully recognize these things, there was still the staff and the head slave keeping track of the mercenary woman's performance. For now, it seemed to be up to Scorch to figure out how much time should be spent cleaning up versus walking the floor.

Getting herself back on the market seemed simple enough. The club was not very large which meant there was far less competition between the other slaves in getting patrons. Previous research has shown that Vespira had establishments on multiple planets in multiple systems. The alien woman was always expanding, trying to get at least a small club or brothel to spread her brand while more populous and wealthy locations tend to have the Gorgonian's much grander businesses.

The collar and stimulation did not help in bringing anything to focus for the human woman. Her vision was still wavy and unclear from the toad-like alien's influences. It was a strange state of mind. It felt like her mind was always going on the same line of thought while everything else seemed to slip by like white noise. Was this Destiny's thoughts or the collar's. Was she a slave? She was working here. She came here voluntarily. But, did that matter? The less she focused on other things, the better she felt. It was like a tiny voice was constantly reminding her to submit, serve, and obey.

Scorch was not the only one striving for attention. Every woman was flaunting their most lovely features. Some were on stage, giving a performance. Flushed faces and panting lips revealed that they were all experiencing similar ordeals of constant stimulation and tension.

There was no resistance when the woman grabbed a fellow slave and began kissing her. Lips slid over each other as tongues danced. The slave was very much a great kisser, no doubt having plenty of experience with both men and women. Hands roamed over Scorch's sides, brushing along the the woman's breasts as she moaned softly into the embrace.

Both their collars would beep as a nearby alien patron ordered both of the girls. The creature was completely hairless and looked to be a mass of tentacles with one single giant eye as the main body. There was plenty of alien for the both of them as tendrils wrapped around their limbs and dragged them over the table. The entire table was quickly getting smothered by the numerous tendrils. Some of the appendages rubbed and writhed against Scorch's body. Others coiled around articles of clothing, ripping them off with little care at all. Destiny could hear the other woman's cries only for them to be muted when a tendril pushed into the woman's mouth and throat.

Breasts were coiled and squeezed, causing them to thrust outwards while other tendrils opened and sealed over the woman's exposed nipples. Tendrils slid up and down Scorch's slit, flicking across that swollen love button over and over. Another tip prodded the woman's ass as the tendrils continued to swarm over their now naked forms. Two tendrils would coil and twist together before drilling hard and deep into their awaiting vaginas. The human women could feel the tendrils wind and unwind inside their bodies as they continuously drill in and out, in and out.

She would certainly figure out the collar in due time. How much time was allowed for this or that, she didn't intend on testing those limits but Scorch would work such things out in time if it was deemed that she was taking too long. It could be that the collars allowed for a bit of discretion for the slaves to ready themselves provided that they were always working to serve the patrons in the end.

Right now none of that mattered much. The smaller club made it a little more challenging to get attention. There were regulars that had their preferred slave and at times there could be fewer patrons then there were slaves meaning that they had to work even harder to stick out.

Whether that be on the stage, being flirtatious or something else had been left up to them for the most part. As it was Scorch found herself an excellent kisser. A well practiced tongue danced with her own while her fingers skimmed the slaves sides working all the way up to the underside of those breasts before the twin beeps interrupted them. Someone or something had been interested in them.

Her body was already heated up growing even hotter at the hands of her fellow slave. She broke that kiss, a smile lingering on her lips. “You'll have to show me more of those tongue tricks later ...”

Not only had she succeeded in grabbing attention but her compatriot did as well. Heading over to were the collar directed her she saw something she hadn't seen before. She was unable to determine what his species was though their was a mass of tendrils some of which drew them over the table.

She could hear fabric being ripped and felt those tentacles swarming over her. The feel of them on her breasts as they coiled about them, blood strumming through her breasts engorging her nipples to the point that they ached. Whether her compatriot had a tentacle forced upon her or not Scorch could not say though she focused on herself and the patron in question opening her lips and receiving on of those tentacles by directing it into her mouth. Lips folded around that tentacle, her head bobbing up and down as she worked over the tentacle using a little trick that she learned somewhere long ago she swallowed at the point that she could take no more of that tentacle in her mouth managing to take a bit more than she would have been physically able to accommodate.

Cool air touched her heated body as she was stripped naked. It didn't take long, especially since she opted to go without undergarments. Numerous tentacles were all over her. Others entwined and while she felt one creep along her ass her blue eyes shot opened, a loud muffled moan rang out against the tentacle she was feasting on feeling her body being invaded by those tentacles. Feeling them unwind one way then the other as she was filled, then emptied and filled again.

She rewarded those tentacles with the juices of her body, that initial thrust triggering something deep within her. OH FUCK! It did not let up, she didn't expect that it would be content so soon. Even as her body clenched tightly against those tentacles she had little choice but to endure the pleasure that they and the collar brought upon her.

Obedience was it's own reward she found. Why had she put off coming here for so long? Or was she just acquired as a slave? She couldn't quiet remember nor did she think upon it. All that was irrelevant, pleasure ruled over her body as she did her utmost to give it back a little only feeling greater pleasure with the efforts.

At times the pleasure fed into her mind plateaued. Then she would attempt something new, using her tongue to spiral against the tentacle in her mouth for instance and that pleasure would increase a little then gradually ebb. She was rewarded for being inventive, for her mere obedience but encouraged to do even more and rewarded for it all the while.

After shocks hit her. Every few seconds she was clamping down against those twin tentacles. Even now her eyes darted over the masses in search of a tentacle that was different. Whether there was one she couldn't say. It may have already been in use but she looked nevertheless as she moaned out against the tentacle in her mouth as she was kept on that high of bliss.

Scorch struggled to remain conscious and fight against that pleasure that swam over her guided by that collar, or was it her choice, in bestowing as much pleasure to the client before her body gave out.

She was conditioned for this and while she may not think it she could last a fair amount of time at least physically though her mind hadn't been in the best of condition to begin with.

The two women were near each other physically but, they may as well been worlds apart. Each had their own tendrils exploring and ravaging their glistening forms. Little was heard beyond the steady beat of the loud music, their own muffled sounds, and the strange sounds the alien creature occasionally produced.

The collars seemed to be rather good at training and molding the wearer. There were plenty of ways to simply purge a slave's thoughts or brainwash them entirely. But, it did not seem like Vespira wanted empty shells or mindless drones. The Gorgonian took pride in her line of work. She happily broke and corrupted every slave that ends up in her care. Slaves that were capable of thinking for themselves and act on their initiative had many perks that other slavers deny themselves. It was dangerous of course. Too much thinking could result in a slave breaking free of their indoctrination and possibly spread chaos. But, Vespira was never one to turn away a challenge. Keeping the slave's mind and personality mostly intact tended to fetch higher prices than mere living sex dolls.

Scorch's ass was spread open by the tendril forcing its way in and out of her body. The tangled mass continued to drill against the woman's inner walls, g-spot, and cervix. The tentacles that had sealed over the redhead's nipples revealed countless feelers that rapidly stroked across the engorged areolae and teats. They sucked and tugged on the luscious melons, causing them to sway and stretch outwards as both women were fucked by this monstrosity.

Time lost meaning as Scorch continued to feel stimulation both by the alien and the collar. She worked her tongue as best as she could but it did not seem the creature was interested in her actions. If the tendrils were producing anything, neither human seemed to notice. They seemed to be mere alien appendages rather than phallic sex organs. It was difficult to tell if the monster was feeling anything at all. That lone eye stared at their naked writhing forms with no human expression to speak of.

The creature did not slow. It never relent. It merely continued acting on their bodies, changing things up only to maximize their stimulation. The eye widened as both women were closing in on their limit. It was only a matter of thrusts before the other slave was letting forth muffled squeals. Her body arched and began to cum hard around the drilling appendages. The monster's tendrils absorbed the fluids while its eye suddenly flashed upon the moment of climax. Time seemed to stop for both women as they experienced that one moment over and over against, their bodies just barely being pushed beyond the brink. That rush surged and surged inside them both as the eye continued to glow and prolong their blissful agony, feeding the entire time.

She was so full filled as the thing took her ass as well with that mighty thrust. Eyes widened as she cried out around the tentacle in her mouth. Soon the tentacles were thrusting in and out of her, so many tentacles, so many. She felt them rubbing against one another while feeling several in each orifice at the same time. It was a new sensation, she was unsure if they were coming or going only basking in the sheer delight that they brought to her addled mind.

The tentacles wrapped around her breasts felt off too, those feelers like fingers as they squeezed, rubbed and sucked against her flesh while the tentacle within her lips refused to establish any sort of rhythm as it speared into her ending up somewhere down her throat.

Like a halo those tentacles surrounded her touching her and having their way with her as they went to work on her naked body. Were those her cries that she was hearing? The other woman's? It all blended together. It was only when she noted that that alien eye focused on the other woman that she reasoned that the other woman climaxed. Unable to read the alien at all she gathered the sense that it was after a meal and not so much pleasure.

But that didn't stop her from attempting to grant that pleasure even as it was visited upon herself since she wasn't so sure and acted in accordance to what was expected of her. It felt good to perform, to do her best, to make the customer happy.

That eye was focusing on her, she felt euphoria as her senses blossomed. Kept in the throes of a chain reaction her body squeezed and gyrated against those tentacles as best as she could more out of instinct and need. “Uhmphf!!!!!!”

She croaked out a long cry, her body forced to maintain that high even as her eyes rolled back and toes curled. Her head felt warm fed by the collar as she received a double dose of delight. For how long she was unable to say, all she remembered was that alien eye staring at her as it emitted that soft glow.

Was that glow getting brighter? That eye shifted to her companion every once in a while almost as if it had focused on whoever was emitting the stronger orgasm at the time or maybe it was to shift it's focus and attention as it drove the pair to insanity. Who could say. It was just unlikely that by herself she could have given it what it actually needed.

After her sixth climax she lost count, her mind swimming in a sea of bliss as her consciousness faded. Her body responding on it's own for a bit but eventually it would give out. Her body a mere toy for those tentacles as it got every last drop of pleasure out of her.

For the second time that day she faded. This time she had to have been out longer, her muscles ached upon waking. Her body tingling. Face down upon that table she recalled lifting her head up then slumping back down unable to get back up and drifting back into that inky blackness where she felt that swarm of tentacles everywhere.

Not until one of the slaves, a client or the collar urged her to stir once again or she had recovered enough from her recent ordeal.

Whatever the strange creature desired, it would not stop until it had its fill. Both women were shuddering in an endless orgasm that seemed to have no end. Their human bodies and minds could only take so much. It was unknown who succumbed first but, both were soon left twitching on the table. Their sprawled forms glistened as blank eyes fluttered. Foam drooled from gaping lips as they were both eventually retrieved and taken to the back rooms, freeing up a table for future patrons.

Scorch would come to feeling water cascading down her naked figure. The other slave was with her in a similar state. The woman's eyes fluttered and shook slowly from side to side. Lips moved but nothing coherent left her as she came to. A few lights on the collars were blinking and flickering a bit as she woke. She blinked a few times and smiled at Scorch.

Both of them felt similar more than likely. Limbs were like dead weights. A powerful afterglow was still tingling through their bodies. There was little that could be done beyond washing up until their strength returned enough to crawl out of the showers. Until then, the slave would rub soaps over her body before taking her sud covered hands to the human mercenary. It was unknown how long the slave had worked here but such overwhelming ordeals were rather common. Scorch herself had gone through plenty at the hands of Mercer. It seemed the experienced slave was recovering at a quicker pace. She smiled at Scorch as she ran her hands over the woman's breasts and gave them a firm massage.

Lips grazed Destiny's neck, the slave nibbling and licking gently as the erotic cleaning continued. "You're a natural here, new girl," she purred into the other's ear, "You must like working here, hmm? Never heard of someone coming back on their own. You must really be a slut deep down." Fingers would pinch and twist a nipple suddenly. Her other hand would drift down and begin tracing those puffy netherlips.

By the time they were clean and able to move again, the club would be closing up for the night. Scorch would be able to get some food in her and possibly get some rest. A woman wearing glasses and carrying a datapad would review performance from each collar. Nothing was said to Scorch. Either she did well or they knew she just arrived and were giving leniency.

Many slaves were very close to one another. Hands roamed their lovely curves. Some were stimulating another while they whispered soft words to themselves or into another's ear. There were a few girls pleasuring themselves as they seemed to chant soft mantras of service and submission. The slave from before would approach Scorch. A hand grabbed the woman's chin and lips pressed to Destiny's. "Mmm..." she licked her lips after the kiss, "Enjoying the view?"

Her limbs felt dead as water ran against sore muscles bringing some relief among those hands that rubbed and cleaned her. Scorch panted at the tingling sensations that were still fluttering through her. Blue eyes closing, her head tilting back and feeling water cascade against it as the touching continued.

“Ahhh ...” her sensitive nipple twisted in that grasp. So she came back/ Why had she left in the first place? She was hard pressed to recall it all. It was a blur from dealing with the doorman to that toad and that eye. At the back of her mind the answer lingered but she could not access it at the moment.

“I only wish to serve ohhh ...” Again her body fluttered in response to her cleaning.

She purred at that touch brought upon her, muscles gradually coming back online allowing her to crawl from the shower stall and get dressed once again. She had lost track of time and had not been aware of the club closing for the evening so she managed to get some food between resting.

Scorch was a little more coherent but felt good as the collar or the aftermath of her recent ordeal still fired throughout her body. Questions didn't fade from her mind as rapidly but most had been dismissed as irrelevant. Only this pleasure mattered. Not how or why she was here or why some of the slaves lacked collars.

Inspected, her collar's information collected. She wasn't here for a full day so maybe her data was dismissed or that taken into account. All she was aware of was that the collar wasn't punishing her so she had to be doing something right for the time being.

The food was always good, nourishing her. Many of the slaves familiarized themselves with one another while others were off by themselves enjoying their own fingers. She found herself lingering on the scenes before her, restraining from touching herself but just barely.

She ran into the slave she encountered on the floor. Her skin where it was touched upon her chin tingled more than the rest of her followed by her lips as they were drawn together with her own. Her nipples, already half erect due to the constant sensations that the collar thrust upon her swelled in an instant.

“Ahhh ...” She gasped as their lips parted. A simple question asked of her, which was for the best since she would have had a great deal of difficulty otherwise. “Yes, I am. I never did get you name. I'm Scorch. I don't recognize you from before, I mean last time I was here not from earlier tonight.”

"Sonya," the slave answered before frowning a bit, "Scorch? What sort of name is that? People come here to get hot, not to get burned. Think our customers want to stick their cocks into someone called Scorch?" She shrugs. "Guess it does not matter much. You still got customers and our Masters will give you another name if they want."

The words coming from the other girls were soon passionate moans as things continued to heat up in the room. Fingers curled inside wet inviting netherlips while lips and tongue tenderly nibbled any exposed skin. What little was still worn among the slaves soon ended up on the floor as glistening nude bodies pressed and molded against one another in this growing orgy.

Sonya smirked as she remained beside Scorch. Scorch seemed to be resisting and the slave would not have that. Her hand slid down the small of Destiny's back and over the returning girl's shapely rear. Fingers slid down and up between the woman's thighs, stroking those moistened lips as her thumb caressed that tight ass. "You could introduce yourself," Sonya whispered into the woman's ear, "I'm sure they would love to find out what makes you tick. But, it seems tonight is your lucky night."

The slave stepped away and gave a polite bow towards the approaching alien males that had entered the back room. Scorch would recognize them as members of the staff including the bouncer from outside. Various girls were called for as they were taken away to pleasure their respective Masters for the night. The bouncer sneered at Scorch and she would feel the collar beep. It did not matter how tired the woman was, this male creature was going to make this woman 'thank' him for getting her back into the club.

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Elsewhere in the depths of space, Vespira's luxury cruiser was continuing on its course. Despite the crime lord's constant travel, various long range reports would gradually reach the spaceship. Reports were usually sent to other larger establishments of higher security before being sent all together to Vespira and other higher ups of note. Reports included costs, profits, and current data on slaves working there.

The slaves on Vespira's cruiser were more than just objects of sexual satisfaction, many were part of the ship's crew and had their own duties. A number of them were former ADD agents, using their training to now aid their Mistress and ensure that everything ran smoothly.

As promised, Serena remained in Vespira's care. Though every moment was spent in hopes of earning the serpent woman's attention, she knew it would take more than merely flaunting her body to please her Mistress. Showing some skill in reading profits and making deals in the past, Serena was left with mostly the clerical work. She was to take in all the data collected and present a report worthy of the Gorgonian's attention. It was through these many reports she could see how far Vespira's business went. Multiple habitable planets across many systems had her establishments.

The computer systems of the ship helped organized the reports coming in along with the numeric data. As Serena worked, a notification would flash informing her of something that required her attention. The alert was from a small club in a less populated city on a less populated planet. If it were any other place, Serena would not know anything of such a small business. But this one, she was very familiar with as was her dear sister.

Destiny was once more listed on the club's available slaves. Data from her collar revealed that the mercenary woman had put on her collar and went to work. With how long it took for these reports to arrive it was safe to say Scorch had been working there for multiple nights now. All data on Destiny's collar was provided along with all belongings she came to the club with. The only thing standing out were the gemstones that may have been a gift for Vespira. It seemed like Serena's sister wanted to come see her again.

Would Serena bring this news to her Mistress or handle the matter on her own for now? The reports were daily so despite the travel distance, she would know if Destiny was still working there by tomorrow and be able to track the collar's progress daily from there.

“Sonya, a lovely name,” she smiled, then chuckled slightly at the mention of her name.

“Well, it's not my birth name but the stage name I use. I'm somewhat of a minor celebrity in the arena ...” but like she said her name didn't matter, especially as the small amount of coherent thought melted away at the feel of those fingers teasing her.

Soft strokes cascaded over her skin and her own arousal bloomed in response to that touch. Her eyes closed, she gasped softly as she felt the blood surging through her body to all the right places. Her eyes opened again and she glanced to the bulk of the slaves already in the midst of pleasing one another.

But Sonya was right here at arm's length too. She managed to get a hold of those hips then heard what Sonya had to say about it being her lucky night. At first she thought that that entailed something with the other slaves, her back had been turned to the arrival of the staff then heard them a moment later.

“Oh?” Some of the slaves were torn away from their orgies. Her own collar beeped and she sighed at first disappointed to be drawn away from Sonya but at the same time not delaying. She felt a sliver of pain as if it was getting ready to build up to something bigger, perhaps her disappoint had been registered but that disappointment shifted almost immediately to serving her Master for the evening.

She did not delay though she caught the sneer on the face of the bouncer, the vibration going through the collar only increasing as she neared him. Then there was a steady stream of that euphoric sensation as she dropped to her knees before him.

“How may I serve you Master?” She was already reaching out towards his crotch letting her fingers skim along his covered member. “Can I taste you again? Or perhaps you want to taste me or have something else in mind.” She began to free him of his pants unless prevented allowing her tongue to trace along one side of that hardness and down the other, blue eyes peaking up to better gauge his reactions.

Scorch was blissfully unaware of what was going on with her sister or why she was even here in the first place. True there were some small moments of clarity but they were few and far between and when they occurred her focus was on other matters mostly governing how to improve in her current role.

It was possible the slaves in this establishment have not been kept in the know of current or recent events and would not know of celebrities of the arena. They were most likely busy with their own work and satisfying their ever growing desires. Nothing further was said on the matter as the two women embraced one another only to be interrupted by male aliens who sought their needs fulfilled.

There was only brief hesitation as Scorch's own selfish desires to remain with Sonya crept up. But, the returning slave recovered quickly and soon her knees before the bouncer that deep-throat her earlier in the day. The sounds of other women were heard around the redhead, no doubt being picked up by the various alien staff.

"Hmph," the bouncer snorts, "Looks like you are already broken in. Knew you were a slut this whole time." A hand kept Scorch from indulging herself on the man's member again. "Not yet," he grumbled. He pulled out a leash and clipped it onto the collar. "Crawl like the dirty animal you are," he ordered as he tugged the leash and led the human woman out of the backroom.

The club was quiet. There were some slaves still cleaning tables. Some were being teased by various staff as fingers tenderly traced their damp undergarments. The alien brute led Scorch like an animal to one of the back entrances. Cool night air welcomed the woman's weary body as she was forced to crawl on the cold damp alleyway. The collar continued to reward her compliance though and soon the human mercenary was once more on her knees before the alien male. It was then she was allowed to free his swollen trunk and resume where they left off before.

Scorch would feel the member pulse. Her tongue ran along the rough bumps and texture of the green phallus. A large hand stroked her head as she worked. The member would grow and become erect before her eyes. He stank and tasted much like before but, the collar made the task better it seemed.

"Mm... Wanted to see Vespira my ass!" he grunts, "You just wanted my thick cock in your face again. You should have said so from the beginning, slut!"

Precum drooled from the tip as the woman continued her work. He soon stopped her once the spire was fully erect and glistening with her saliva and his precum. His balls were hanging heavily, swollen with pent up aggression. He turned Scorch around and pushed her back down on her hands and knees. The throbbing meat sawed along the woman's netherlips only to draw away. The molten tip pressed against the mercenary's ass and began pushing hard against that tight entrance. The beast would not relent until he forced himself into Destiny's tight anus.

Unaware that reports would be sent that her sister would see, was there any plan to get out of this establishment? If Serena never responded to the reports, would Scorch simply remain here as part of the slave harem? Did she care? Everything seemed simpler. She did not have to struggle or think. The life of a slave girl was one of simple obedience and serving others.

Powerful hips slammed against Scorch's ass as the swollen green cock pushed deeper and deeper into the woman's sensitive passage.

She could hear the commotion all around her. Women being pleasured either by the staff or each other in the case of those that weren't selected. It was hard to resist when she was told not to continue and she looked up part in confusion and part in need but she would do as told, hands on her thighs as she gave a slight nod.

“Yes, Master.”

The leash clipped onto her collar left her baffled as to what his motives where but the collar eased away any of her concerns as she was lead away following in his wake as he lead the way back out into the club. Others hear could be heard and a quick peak around showed that some of her fellow slaves were still cleaning from the events of the evening. Others were being pleased by the staff, touched and groped. For the most part it was quiet in the club. Her gaze did not linger too long as she was brought along. She didn't even know if she was seen.

Why were they leaving? Did it matter? Once she was allowed to get back at that meat she dove on the chance as if it would vanish or he would change his mind. The alley was cold and damp as if there had been a recent rain … of course it could have been from other matters but her mind wasn't thinking too much about that.

The collar rewarded her as she followed and rewarded her now as she went to work licking and sucking on that huge green staff. Hands caressed those balls not to ignore them as she worked. Her tongue caressed those bumps and she felt a hand on her head as she worked. The collar enhancing the experience though she took no notice of it simply obeying because it felt so good to do so.

He was saying something. Vespira, was that why she came here? She didn't know. Maybe if she thought upon it she might recall but she was too focused in the present. Would she remember later? Not likely. It didn't matter now and any plan to extract herself from this situation had been forgotten. If there was one at all it was independent of her.

If he expected some sort of answer he didn't get one as she was too busy serving him. She didn't think he wanted one any way but just in case she let out a muffled moan of delight as if to agree with him.

She tasted precum, feeling those balls grow tight. She did not stop, however, redoubling her efforts until he stopped her. Again she was confused but only for a moment as she was once again on all fours.

That heated length sawed against her wet nether lips. “Ohhh!!!” A jolt of pleasure raced through her body. It might have been selfish of her but she was hoping that he wouldn't burst before she got to sample it.

“P-Please put it in … AAAAAHHHH!!!!” He had done so but not in the way that she was expecting and hoping for. She felt each inch of that wet member pressing against her rear then in. The collar flooding her with endorphins to the point that it felt incredible. It should have hurt, even with all the practice she had in the arena but she never factored in the technological benefits of the collar that she would be wearing.

She used one hand to balance herself, the other hand reaching down to play with herself. Her moans and cries of pleasure rang out among the applause she heard each time his hips greeted her ass.

“D-Deeper!!!!!!” She squealed in delight doing her best to hold onto this moment if only to prove her worth.

~SMACK!~

"Nngh! You did not say Master!" the alien creature grunts as a large heavy hand smacked Scorch's rear, leaving a pink hand print where the blow made contact, "Fuck! Your ass is squeezing my cock, you dirty whore!"

Every bump dug into and rubbed along the human woman's tender anus. Hips drew back only to thrust harder, the beast grunting as he jammed more of that hot pulsing meat inside the eager woman's ass. It swelled with pent up aggression, further stretching those tight walls while that searing tip pounded a path for more of that delicious alien dick to fit in.

The alien bouncer was more than willing to fulfill Destiny's request. Inch after inch of the engorged phallus jammed into the mercenary's body. Soon, every powerful thrust was met with a gentle brush of his balls brushing up against her bare skin. Scorch could not help herself. She wanted more as fingers began playing with herself as she struggled to keep herself up with only one arm.

The two were alone in the alley. There were the occasional passerby at the far ends along the lights of various vehicles riding in the middle of the night. But, none gave much of a look down the dark passage. Out here, sex with slaves was not uncommon. Despite this, the human woman seemed to continue acting as if before an audience. Her cries sound loudly as she kept forcing her weary body to keep going and going.

The chorus of moans were soon joined with the wet slap of hips against Scorch's sweaty body. The cool night air and wet ground did little against the unrelenting heat of their passionate fucking. The bouncer snarled as his cock hilt against the woman's ass with a final thrust. Countless inches were inside the groaning woman as the cock began to pulse and shudder. Hot globs of alien spunk flooded Destiny's now spread passage. Every swell that rippled across the shaft caused those bumps to rub against her tenderized walls. The molten gooey seed was pushed deeper as each fresh spurt forced the rest further in to make room. Large hands held onto the woman's hips, holding the position until his shuddering rod was satisfied.

Scorch could feel the heat bubbling inside her belly. He had pumped so much into her body. When he drew back, there was an audible slurp of his seed squishing around his still hard phallus.

A hard yank of the leash would ensure Scorch did not fall forward. Instead, he yanked her upwards and forced her to her feet once more. He let go of the leash and grabbed the woman by the hips as he lifted her up and pushed her against a wall. His hips surged upwards, jamming his dick into her yearning womanhood next. He panted and grunted heavily as he thrust hard and fast. His disgusting lips mashed against Destiny's mouth. His large tongue pushed into her throat as he kissed her deeply while fucking her without remorse.

This was what the previous time was like. Sex day in and out until her body gave out and was left to rest and recuperate only for it all to repeat again and again. The only things that changed were what fucked her and how.