A blow reign down on her and she could feel the sting in that blow rushing over her bare flesh. She cried out at first but any pain in brought had been swept up by the collar as she pressed her ass back against those thrusts.

“S-S-Sorry, Master!” She cried out again feeling him plunge in deeper. He was rough but her addled mind hardly comprehended what was going on. As long as she made an effort and obeyed she was rewarded. Any audience dwindled from her mind, she had pondered why the alley was so damp for a second or two but dismissed that fact as trivial. Serving was it's own reward and if anyone was watching for no doubt they could hear her, it was only her hope to draw more eyes or tentacles or whatever to the business even if it were closed now she did her best in all ways possible.

When that spire erupted it was like a rush of lava filled her passage. “OH!!! OH FUCK, MASTER! FILL ME WITH YOUR PENIS MILK … AHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

She started to slink down but a strong jerk brought her straight back on her knees choking off her air for a moment as she was encouraged to stand on the damp concrete giving her knees a relief.

“Wait Master, give me a chance to catch my – AHHH!!!” But Scorch was given no respite, lifted up she found herself pinned to one of the alley walls. That cock spearing into her despite already rupturing. Her legs wrapped around the bouncer, hands seizing hold of those shoulders as she welcomed that tongue into her mouth with her own for the most part unable to do much when it went too deep.

She wrestled back trying to give back as much as she was receiving though that was impossible of course. Her back ached against the power of those thrusts but delighting in it at the same time, clenching around him tightly as her eyes rolled back in her head, her body rippling in sheer bliss as an orgasm overtook her, not allowed to recover from it she was kept on that wave of bliss fading despite her best efforts as she lost count of those small deaths that slammed into her with the power of those thrusts that fed into her welcoming depths.

The cock pounded into the human woman's climaxing depths. The bumps ground against her sensitive g-spot as Scorch could do little but hold on for dear life. The unyielding tip slammed against the entrance to the woman's womb over and over again. "Nnngh, you slut! Your cunt is sucking me in!" he growled before dragging his tongue along her cheek and moaning lips.

Seeing those eyes fluttering and rolled back, it did not look like Scorch had much left. The beast kept fucking her until he was satisfied. His thick gooey seed filled the woman's womb and slurped around the thrusting meat before he finally let her go.

By the time Destiny came to, she was back inside. Her naked body was left sprawled over one of the beds. Dried semen remained over her abused sex and ass along with her breasts and face, the bouncer probably cleaning up using her body like a used rag.

The music was thumping in the main room and girls were on their feet and getting changed and ready for the new day. The day times were a bit lighter as even alien creatures had their own work schedules. Scorch would have time to go and clean up before she was needed. Looking through the drawers to change clothes would reveal the belongings she left were no longer there. All that remained were the various outfits fit for a slave.

It would not be long before Scorch was called. Her collar would send her to a group of aliens of different species having some sort of meeting or discussion. There were other slaves who were apparently called as well and they were each taken beneath the table where they would tend to each individual customer.

Scorch's life as a slave had begun anew. She was another set of numbers in Vespira's little empire. Each day would send reports of her progress along with the others. There was only one person who looked at these reports that might care that Destiny was on the roster. Until orders changed, the human mercenary would be commanded to serve again and again while the collar continued to train her mind and soul.

Was it morning? For a moment she was confused, muscles sore from the night before and she felt a dull ache in her ass and pussy as that high from the collar had ceased sometime it seemed while she slept or had it? She still felt good, her body covered in the evidence of the night before and a quick look around displayed a series of empty beds.

If that hadn't been enough to go by the strong bass in the music told her that the club had opened. It was sometime in the morning, her first coherent thought was to make up her inefficiency to the bouncer since she had faded. Even though he wasn't a paying customer the staff got perks and she still had to maintain herself as best as she could. Maybe later tonight if she were lucky enough and he wasn't disappointed with her performance.

He did have her at the beginning of the day and at the end so maybe her lack of stamina had been expect. Still, she wished to please him. But first she had another day to get through. When looking for clothes it didn't even occur to her that her street clothes were gone, she didn't even think of their loss as she gathered up something that looked appealing and low cut. There was no shortages in the skimpy attire and she settled on something with a little collar. No undergarments again, they'd simply get in the way though unwrapping her could be a treat to others, maybe she'd mix it up, keep the customers guessing …

Hitting the showers she cleaned up using the various ointments and perfumes to cleanse her body and ease sore muscles. She didn't use make-up too often but ended up taken care of her wet hair quickly through the tech that was available to tend to it.

It was long and straight as usual and she gave a thought about a change. What would the client's prefer? Everyone had different tastes so she left it as it was for the time being and headed out to the floor. Even before she was out there she received a familiar sensation from the collar that called her over to a table.

She glimpsed some other slaves in part beneath the sizable table though her eyes lingered over the variety of aliens present. That one was unusual, she remembered that one, so many. She searched faces with a smile on her lips and was pleased to detect the one that wasn't groaning or looking caught up in the throes of passion.

She hoped she wasn't wrong as she approached. “How may I serve you Master?"

Had she guessed correctly? With the alien seated at the end of the booth her hand dropped down to his lap stroking against his upper thigh as she peeked back into that face. “Is there even room for me under that table?” She teased as she began to lower herself to her knees making a quick peak beneath that table. With the number of aliens and plethora of other slaves it would be a tight fit. She did not count up the number of slaves to aliens, however, and could have been wrong about her Master but if she were she would be correct soon enough. The collar had yet to correct her but that could change at any moment.

Compliance felt good, it was it's own reward.

The collar could not judge how well Scorch dressed or performed. But, did attempt to read when she was mentally putting forth an effort towards improving her appearance and ability to serve. Looking at herself in the mirror as she considered how to improve her hair and slipping into something appealing was sending tingling waves throughout her body. The less the woman fought the collar, the more the device could focus its energy towards learning more about the wearer. It would learn what brainwaves were associated with obedience and devotion and promote them with positive reinforcement.

The fiery redhead had fallen into a routine without even thinking about it. She showered and got dressed, paying no mind to the fact that her belongings were gone. Did she even remember that she ever had belongings in the first place?

The clients ignored Scorch's question and tease. She could see the movement under the table. The others slaves had already started with whatever cocks that came upon first. The table was rather large which helped provide at least some means to move around. The aliens were various shapes and sizes. Crawling underneath welcomed the mercenary woman with the steamy musk of testosterone. The scent was thick enough to make some of the girls go light headed. Was there something in the musk of one or more of these aliens or was this just their bodies heating up in anticipation?

The collar was still supplying the woman with its pleasurable reward. Perhaps it was the entire group that purchased all these girls so as long as she found one of them, that would satisfy the order? The aliens themselves were continuing their conversation. Some were grunting but they were maintaining some composure. Their inhuman forms were more resilient and endured the sexual advances of the girls for now. Many girls were sucking and slurping on thick juicy cocks while hands massaged their shafts, sacs, or their own aching bodies.

It was possible that the other girls took the most appealing of the alien rods already. But, the woman would find a cock not claimed nonetheless. It was still soft but the trunk still had some girth to it despite its shorter length.

Recognizing that compliance was its own reward sent a soft buzzing in the back of Scorch's skull. A sensation similar to when she put the collar on herself rippled through her body. The buzzing grew fainter afterwards, it was incoherent and not exactly distracting. Was the collar trying to communicate something? Future reports would show that Scorch's bond with her collar had improved once more.

The collar felt pleasing to wear. She hardly noticed that she was conducting herself to gather more of that reward. Obedience and doing her best gave her a small dose of what was to come, a dose that only grew greater and greater as time went on and she continued to do her best.

No answer had been given to her, which was alright since she didn't really need one. She could have crawled into the alien's lap but that didn't seem appropriate given that there was a meeting going on and that would have been distracting. So she crawled beneath the table like the others experiencing a blend of aromas mixing with the air.

If one or more of them had been emitting pheromones of some sort she wasn't aware of it, she felt excited to serve feeling her body beginning to react as she approached the chosen alien. Not the largest she discovered, if they were not chosen by a particular individual she reasoned that the slaves to arrive here first took their choice of cocks.

Size didn't matter though, the collar saw to that rewarding her as her tongue nuzzled down the side of that soft cock then licked against the other.

She wanted to make this alien cry out, make the others jealous of the attention he was receiving, wanted to taste his hard cock in her mouth.

Whatever the collar was attempting to tell her had been lost. She didn't feel pain at the moment so she was still performing well. Her mind hadn't been at one of those clear stages to think too much about it as she focused on her goals. Fingers traced against the alien's thighs rubbing against them as her tongue went to work.

That heat increasing though never rising above a mild warmth that one could generate by rubbing their hands together quickly. That touch moved to the balls of the alien experiencing pleasure with each massaging touch as her tongue now skimmed against the head of his cock encouraging him to stiffen.

Swirls and licks continued until he was good and hard. Her lips would stretch out over the tip. He might not have been exceptionally large but that girth was a mouthful. Once she had him wrapped up in her lips she was able to draw him into her mouth. Her tongue bathing the underside of that cock, lips squeezing around him as she drew him in as deep as he would go.

A hard suck followed before she released that suction just enough to let him slide back out most of the way before drawing him back inside. Given his girth it would have been too much of a delay for her lips to spread out over him again so she never let him slip all the way out.

She varied her approach sometimes swallowing that length quickly for a few seconds, slowing to a crawl at others, especially should he begin to throb hoping to prolong his pleasure and give him his money's worth.

Though the fiery redhead had been fucked countless times by various alien patrons in the establishment, there were some paying customers who simply wanted some minor reliefs when it came to sexual stimulation. Many planets and systems have slavery and the sex trade as not only normal but common occurrences. While some alien beings may make a purchase to indulge and reach the absolute heights of pleasure, others will savor their lovely slaves like one would casually have a fine wine or other alcoholic beverage.

For Scorch, the expectations were the same as was the reward. The other girls were focused on their tasks just like she was. None interfered with the other. Their hands and mouths were full with tending to their Master's cock. Soon as Destiny started, the other girls and alien cocks faded into the background and there was only the dark grey trunk she was now stimulating.

The phallus was smooth, making it easy to slid her fingers and tongue along the warming shaft. The creature had large thunderous thighs and feet like an elephant. It was unknown if the taste was real or the collar telling her how good this male tasted. Nonetheless, Scorch's efforts were steadily rewarded as her own sounds joined the other girls who were experiencing their own pleasant reinforcement.

Heat flowed into the pulsing mass. She could feel it throbbing and growing warmer the more she licked and sucked on it. It swelled, growing in size and power. Destiny's mouth was stretched wide to take the bulbous tip. She could barely get him inside as he grew harder and more erect. His sac was firm and no doubt ready to release his potent seed into the first lucky slave he has.

It was difficult to hear anything from the aliens. The music was loud and the sound of the other girls and her own sounds of pleasure were no doubt taking much of the focus. But, the mercenary woman could feel the rod stiffen and twitch inside her mouth. This alien male was no doubt enjoying her advances. She could hear their voices above her. The translator was able to make it something she could understand but it seemed irrelevant to her duties. They were all discussing their respective business or places of employment. A company of friends enjoying a long night's work perhaps?

The less urgent pace allowed Scorch to further explore this male and try to learn to take his size better. Some of the other girls were gestured to climb up from under the table. Some were now on the lap of their patron while others were bent over or layed across the table. They would finish their night with blowing their loads into the wombs of their slaves before heading out.

Scorch was beckoned last. Some of the girls were still fucking while others were recovering or already heading out to continue working. The large bulky alien had tough grey skin and lacked any body hair. Hands grasped the woman's hips as his swollen mass was now standing tall. What was expected of her was obvious as the collar continued to sending wondrous pleasures throughout her system.

She went to work, her own sounds and that of the other slaves and the music made it difficult to hear what was going on. What little she managed to hear had been dismissed from her mind as irrelevant to the task at hand as she lavished that member with the warmth of her mouth and tongue.

The collar rewarded her efforts and the alien quickly rewarded her by growing stiff inside her mouth. When her jaw ached too much she switched off placing that member between her tits and sandwiching her breasts together. Her tongue flicked against that tip and her mouth suckled against the head.

Before long she switched back when her jaw got a little brake taking him deep into her throat. Her pace varying in order to draw out his pleasure. Rewarded from it, she felt a familiar tingle rush over her as her reinforcement solidified. It was only after a few of the girls had vanished that she began to realize that they were being coaxed by their Masters out of the table for a greater reward.

The table rocked above her head, Scorch could here those passionate sounds. The slap of balls against the bodies of the slaves as they drove into them. Then she realized that she was alone. Was she a disappointment? She redoubled her efforts, lips pressing tightly against the sides of that engorged cock as she took him in fully with each gulp. Her tongue nestling against the underside of that cock as she worked.

Then she realized that she was the last to the table, maybe that was it? Her mind would have kept her second guessing if not for the benefits that the collar brought to her as her brain was more than a bit fuzzy. She was being rewarded so she was doing her job. Still, there was doing her job and there was doing her job well. She wanted her customers to enjoy matters as much as she, even if that wasn't possible she would try her best.

Then at last she was beckoned up from beneath that table. She smiled, unable to hide the pleasure that washed over her features. Climbing onto his lap as it was clear what he wanted she ignored the other slaves that were left. There were fewer slaves now, some unconscious, some still caught up in the act.

A hand reached down aligning that member against her and tracing the tip against her nether lips. Wrapping her hands around his neck she dropped her hips down sharply until her hips pressed against his.

“UNGH!!!”

A brief pause adjusting to that girth her hips began to swirl against him rubbing against the thick circumference. Then lifting up on her knees she dropped her hips back down leaning into his chest she planted kisses against his neck and shoulders. Then whispering against his ears as her hips slam down once more with another cry of passion leaving them.


“Oh, yes. F-Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

If the alien creature was displeased, he did not voice it. Scorch was so diligent in her work as a sex slave. Whether it was for selfish rewards mattered little in the end. A slave that is motivated by sex was easy enough to control. Any confusion she experienced she would subconsciously allow the collar to guide her to what she needed to do. Why let needless thoughts slow her down? Her body knew what she wanted and what needed to be done and the collar would bring her towards that goal.

Above the table, Destiny could see the results of her efforts. The thick grey trunk was standing tall, glistening with her saliva and the alien's precum. She could see the veins pulsing as precum continued to drool from the tip. The taste and smell of this male lingered with the woman's senses. The smile showed her wanton desires and already, her body was preparing for this ultimate reward.

She climbed onto the creature's large lap. Her hand wrapped around the large erect phallus. Would it all fit? The question always came up when dealing with many of these aliens. But, Scorch had experienced her fair share of these monstrous members. This one would break her and she knew the ones that did always felt the best.

The heated tip pressed against the woman's moistened entrance. All the stimulation and anticipation prepped the woman to take in this monster. Her netherlips would be spread wide as she felt her insides stretch wide to fit the beast inside her. It hurt but, that pain was always followed by a surge of heated bliss. The thick bulbous tip plowed the path as the rest of the shaft slid easily along those tender inner walls. The sound of squishing juices were lost in the sound of the music and Scorch's own sounds of pleasure.

"Whore..."

The creature's voice was like gravel rubbing against one another. Scorch felt the shaft pulse, pressing against her velvet insides while not a single inch of her tender pussy was spared. The tip was soon kissing the human's cervix when the enthralled slave begged to be fucked. Still holding those hips, the alien's own hips suddenly bucked upwards. The tip pounded against the entrance to the redhead's womb. He pumped fast and hard, relentlessly pounding away at the woman's depths. Each thrust caused her lower belly to bulge, revealing just where that molten tip was inside the woman's body.

The alien male grunted with pleasure as his cock pulsed and throbbed faster and harder. It twitched violently inside the woman, rubbing all against those stretched insides. Soon, his balls clenched and his thick load began to flood the woman's empty womb. His hips did not slow even as his cock expelled his seed over and over again, painting the woman's insides with his essence.

"Only... Starting..."

The alien male kept fucking Scorch. Her womb would be forced to stretch to take in all his massive load. Every thrust churned the goopy mess that was bubbling inside the human woman. The lewd sucking and slurps of his thrusts grew louder and more audible as the music continued to beat all around them. Large rough hands pulled the woman down the soaking shaft as he tried to jam more of himself into the woman's shuddering form. Swells rippled down the shaft and release another copious load as the beast kept fucking the woman long after the others had left

The collar was a blessing, she didn't have much of a chance fighting against it this time since it already had her data from the last time she was here. It was akin to fighting a fresh competitor after enduring twelve rounds with another one. Her will to resist was already sapped and what had been left in the beginning was quickly swept aside. She didn't even remember how or why she was here, only that she wished to serve and reap that all too familiar reward of bliss that the collar rewarded her with.

Even the limits of her body had been enhanced. Any pain that she felt was erased by the effects of the collar delivering this reward to her. She was far from invulnerable and could feel these effects later. The worse time was after hours when clients weren't around and this ache could not be ignored by pleasure.

So it was no wonder that the slaves turned to each other when the staff was unavailable. Only those moments of sleep brought this pain or discomfort but often the after glow staved this off. By morning it made them eager for more, to serve. Now she danced above the alien getting that reward for the service that she provided.

“I'm your whore, Master ...” That phallus would have ripped her apart in ordinary circumstances with those thunderous thrusts. Rather than giving in to that pain, however, she danced above him, knees pressed to the booth seat either side of him as she rose up and down that smooth spire as those thrusts sent her skyward each time.

Only her grip on his shoulders prevented her from flying off him as she ground her hips against that throbbing member. She felt so full. The heat bleed into her, she gasped, her mouth kissing and sucking against his neck, her breasts rubbing up and down his torso.

“G-Good!!! Fuck me more!!!” She screamed out over the music feeling that seed add to the inflation of her belly it adding to the girth that was quite visible within her. She held on not even aware that the other clients and slaves had left. Just as he came within her again and again she came around him.

Her pussy destroyed by that dick, velvety folds gripped him tight as she came and came she did. Her mind loosing count to her spasming body only dimly aware that she was crying out, arching her back, tipping her head back so her hair dangled down towards her legs.

This was just the start of her day. She did not hunger for anything save for the pleasure she found herself wrapped up in. Her mind lost focus at some stage but her body pressed on long after lasting a good deal of time, not going unconscious this time but loosing energy to the point she could do little but hang on and endure all that he had to offer adding whimpers and moans to the sound of that slurping cock.

She would hold on for long as possible but in the end she had her limits. Though she wouldn't loose consciousness this early in the day there came a point where she couldn't really contribute more than touching and kissing him.

“M-More ...” she mewed as her hips rose. Between gasps she asked and pleaded for a while though after a lengthy bit she stopped asking, her body serving him as a cock sleeve and cum dumpster until he had finished with her.

To outsiders, it was seen as very impressive how thorough Vespira's slaves were trained. Investing in these submission collars had proven rather profitable once they had finished syncing with their wearer. The Gorgonian would have such collars everywhere if it were possible. But, such devices were expensive and took time to fully work to a level that paid itself off. Besides, the alien crime lord had other methods to break, train, and brainwash her prey whenever she preferred something a bit more hands on.

For Scorch, the collar was perfect. Vespira did not have to lift a finger and the mercenary would gradually become the slut she truly was. As Serena had mentioned in the past, this ensured that her sister did not annoy the serpent woman any more than necessary while remaining useful.

Prolonged use of the collars has shown a need to monitor slaves a bit more for a different reason. Some enjoy the work too much and can run their lovely bodies down to exhaustion. Syncing the collars to a system where others can observe a slave's work patterns helped minimize injury. With pain being smothered by pleasure and stimulation, it was important to ensure the girls were taking needed rest when possible. The last thing Vespira wanted to hear was a slave expiring from overwork after all the effort and time spent syncing one to their collar.

For the slaves, it was just so addicting. Pain used to be a deterrent from performing poorly. Gradually, the lack of stimulation makes a slave wonder if they should be doing something worthy or reward. Always reaching for that next blissful high, the slaves were more focused on maintaining their aching stimulation than figuring out a means of escape. Eventually, the slaves would learn what would be the most profitable for their Mistress which would result in their own maximum pleasure. Once they were thinking in such a way, the collars become less required and slaves would feel the pleasure even without the collars on or active.

It would take time to reach such a stage though Scorch has shown to be a promising slave. She was drowning in her own bliss and begging for more. The woman lost all sense of time as her weary body flopped on that spire. Eventually, the alien discarded her onto the table. The woman's filled womanhood would finally be able leak out that thick seed. The alien grumbled to himself though said nothing coherent. He used Scorch's long crimson hair to wipe himself off before lumbering off. The other aliens had already left with a few of the girls still recovering themselves.

Scorch was given some time to recover and clean up. If the mercenary tried to push further, one of the supervising slaves would order her to get cleaned up. Afterwards, the orders would come pouring in. These were cheaper purchases than the previous patrons. The redhead would find herself on her knees and sucking on various cocks and tentacles. Unlike the patron earlier, the tasks were completed upon sucking the alien off. As long as she brought them to climax, that seemed to satisfy the order and a new one would goad her to head to the next customer.

She tried not to rest for long. At first her body failed her delighting in the after glow of pleasure that the collar still sent through her body. When she was able to she climbed off the table taken a little pride in not being the last slave to leave from the vicinity. She certainly wasn't first though she fell into a familiar drill.

Feeling that customers for the most part didn't want used goods she cleaned herself up. How many times had she had to press her hands against her stomach to squeeze more of that cum out of her? It flowed down her legs as she showered, there was a lot of it.

She got most of it out though her belly was still lightly inflated the swelling would dwindle as the day went on. There were no thoughts of escape, the collar saw to that. The pleasure felt so good that there was no sense in attempting to flee from it. For the remainder of that day her mouth, jaw, tongue and tits got most of the work out as she gobbled down cocks. Thick ones, large ones, small ones, it didn't matter.

The action of serving was it's own reward as she treated each Master particularly well. To her it wasn't about how much each paid, it was about doing a good job and receiving that fix for her efforts. She teased those cocks, slowing down when it felt as if the customer would burst unless of course they showed signs of wanting to burst straight away. Give them a reason to come back and find her; one it made the club more money and two she received pleasure even from this as she served those tasty cocks.

The last alien she tackled with her breasts titty fucking him while sucking on that tip. He blew his load all over her face and she used a rag to clean herself up. The night was slow after that, he would be her last customer, with so many girls at hand at the end of the night the few aliens that came through were regulars and had their usual girls.

Still it was busy up to an hour or so before they closed and as they did she had two thoughts that waged war inside her head. One was making up her failing to that bouncer, she was well rested, aglow with pleasure, and felt that this time around he may enjoy her more. Yet there was finding Sonya again. In the end she figured she settle on the later if the staff didn't come to find them again. It was tough remembering from last time how frequent the staff came to play with them, such thoughts had not been on her mind only keeping this sensation going for as long as she was conscious.

While seed gradually left the woman's womb, her stomach was filled instead as she sucked and enjoyed the variety of shapes and tastes of alien cocks and tentacles. There were no complaints of her performance and the slave with the datapad informed Scorch of how many tasks she completed and the overall profits of her efforts. She was then dismissed and was given time to clean up and rest as normal.

In the showers, Destiny could see Sonya along with a number of other slaves washing each other. Girls smiled at the returning mercenary and soon brought soapy hands over the redhead's glowing body. Compared to the rough handling of the aliens, the soothing touch of these skilled women helped with relaxation while heightening pleasure. Sonya would join in, her fingers scissoring up and down Scorch's drooling netherlips. She revealed the alien cum her fingers had gathered and licked them clean while another slave had gone to her knees before the mercenary woman. The slaves made extra efforts in ensuring the new girl was nice and clean as that tongue swirled inside that juicy cunt.

Afterwards, Scorch would find staff members had indeed entered and were claiming various slaves for the night. It was unknown if different girls were taken this time. The bouncer from before went for a different girl this time. There was not much time to dwell on the matter as Destiny suddenly felt her collar activate, leading her out of the backroom and back onto the main floor. Gradually stimulation was awarded as Scorch found herself being led upstairs into one of the main offices. There, a tall alien grey in a long coat was sitting at a large desk.

Large black eyes gazed at the woman now standing before him. Left in only a collar, Scorch was completely exposed before the alien male. "I have been informed a slave has returned," he stated plainly, "Tell me slave, who are you and why have you returned to my wonderful establishment?"

In the back, now was the time to grab something to eat and retire for the evening though she was well aware of the fun that would ensue before, after and even during such things. With a stomach full of cum she wasn't too hungry, maybe she might nibble on something later but she didn't have much of an appetite now. More likely than not she wouldn't grab anything to eat until breakfast.

Soothing gentle hands had been upon her in the showers as ointments and soaps were applied. Someone was washing her hair, another running fingers against her breast. Despite the warm water her nipples stiffened against such attention and she felt herself leaning back upon the chest of the slave immediately behind her.

Eyes closed she whimpered feeling fingers dashing against her juicy passage that watered at the attention even more than they already had. Her eyes opened to witness Sonya's fingers covered in some of that cum that still resided inside her. A smile dashed over her lips at the erotic sight cast before her eyes as she reached down to brush her hand against the side of her face.

“OHH!” Her head tipped accentuating her breasts to touching hands as she felt that tongue spear into her. Her passage clamping down over that skill muscle and soon her own taste had mixed in with that of the cum still within her. “So goood ...” she cooed as the ladies cleaned her.

They did a thorough job and as she departed with some of the others she headed to her station to dress and see if the staff had been about tonight. She caught the trail end of them and the bouncer in question who selected another slave. She was disappointed that her cleaning took too long, yet pleased by it all the same. Her mind had been conflicted for a moment resigning that tomorrow might be the night.

Her collar went off which caught her by surprise. They were closed so who? She obeyed the collar finding no time to dress. They were closed after all so all she could consider was that one of the staff wished to see her. Rewarded for that compliance she soon found herself with the alien.

“My name is Destiny Imladris. They refer to me as Scorch,” that had been her identity all her life and was something that the collar had not erased from her mind. As for why she was here she had to pause thinking upon the question. There was an answer they but it escaped her.

Instead she simply smiled at the alien. “Master, it's to serve the club to the best of my ability.” It really didn't matter why she was here, did it? There was only a slight delay as she tried to remember then dismissed it as irrelevant to what her role now was.

The collar would detect lies while rewarding truthful answers. The fact Scorch's entire body was tingling with delight instead of wracked with agony revealed that the woman believed her own words to be true. Had she forgotten her original purpose and now accepted this new role? The inaudible static in the back of her mind became clearer as Destiny soon heard her own voice being repeated in various combination of words. Some were a mess of words that made no coherent thought but they grew clearer the longer the collar worked.

"To serve..."

"Master..."

"Best of my ability..."

The collar would continue to form mantras of submission and obedience using the woman's own words and voice. The alien male stared at the woman with his large jet black eyes. "And serve you shall. But, why do you wish to serve? I see how answering my questions is arousing you. Continue to do so and I will bring you relief. How did you come here? By ship? Is this ship yours?"

The male alien would log what he learned in a data pad to send with his report. Would Scorch remember she had a ship and other belongings? Every answer would send tingling waves of pleasure washing over the woman's breasts and between her thighs while lingering over her nipples and sex.

Naked, she stood before him. The constant pleasure that the collar brought her made it difficult to think outside of how best to receive that pleasure and those things associated to her duties. Names of clients when it was important, though most of the names she still had a handle on belonged to other slaves since the clients often went by Master unless they wanted a name added to the title.

She again considered the question as her body fought off against the waves of arousal that were clearly evident. The promise of relief adding to that state but it could not come quick enough. Still, she struggled against that barrage trying to think of what brought her here in the first place.

She could infer from a few things that he said that she wasn't purchased in the usual sense. He asked about a ship and his leading statements brought her around in a basic way.

“To please the Mistress. To better serve in my role,” something about a ship continued to nag at her mind before she could see the vessel in her head. 92 was with the ship at the docks along with her weapons. She had left the droid with the ship but was unclear of much else.

“O-on a ship. I-It's docked I think ...” she had to have paid for the docking fees but for how long she could not say. Maybe the vessel was impounded or gone for all she knew 92 could have just dropped her off. That didn't matter for her work so she didn't think about it only struggling through it now because the question had been put towards her.

She wasn't lying as the collar could tell. She was having a great deal of trouble recalling that information since it was no longer important to what she was doing.

Her nipples and clit throbbed and her own juices had pooled down her inner thighs at the constant stimulation she was receiving.