"Good girl," the alien male responded, "We will see if your ship is still there and you will allow my men to enter and take control of the vessel. But, that can wait till tomorrow. Seems you are getting a bit... distracted."

The grey man rose from his chair. He shrugged off his coat and undid his pants. A long throbbing erection stood ready to claim this returning slave. Long slender fingers stroked the manmeat as he stared at the naked beauty. "I missed my chances to have you before. Time to remedy that. How about you bend over and put your hands on the desk, slut." The male circled around and ran his fingers through Scorch's long red hair before pulling her head back. "You are dripping wet, you dirty whore. I bet you could not wait to have this collar back around your neck."

His hand released Destiny's hair and slid down to cup a breast. He squeezed and fondled the orb while his other hand rubbed the woman's ass. Long fingers ran between the woman's cheeks and began stroking those drooling netherlips. The alien's thumb pressed against the woman's anus while two fingers curled up inside those hot welcoming depths. Slowly, his thumb and fingers would pump into both passages, stroking those inner walls over and over again.

The alien knew a good pace to keep this woman hot and yet never reaching that precious tipping point. He continued to fondle and molest the mercenary woman. His cock rest against Scorch's thigh, throbbing gently as the male continued to work her body over. He kept pushing this woman's buttons, stimulating her more and more but always slowing when her body began to tremble or her insides began to twitch. He would not give it to her so easily. No, these slaves should be begging for it like the whores they truly were.

“Yes, Master,” she agreed readily about her ship. She didn't know if she would be brought to the docking bay to point out the ship or not. She couldn't recall the name of her vessel at the moment but was sure she could point it out. Such things were irrelevant to her at the moment. Perhaps later she would capture the name of her ship in her mind but the only strong memory she had attached to the ship had been the time she was poisoned on that alien planet.

Her eyes drawn to that gray staff as it was unveiled to her. She was envious of those fingers that traced it and it was all she could do to remain still. Once the command was given she jumped at the chance to comply, hands flushed with the desk as she bent over it. She soon lost sight of him as he moved behind her.

“I'm sorry you did not get to have a chance Master. Treat me like the dirty whore I am, oooohhhh ….” she gasped as her breast and ass had been touched. She trembled in anticipation and wished very much to shove herself back upon that spire but she knew better than to take without permission. As much as it pained her she remained from doing so though it was damn hard with that constant reminder against her thigh.

Fingers assaulted her, pressing inside her as they cruelly moved through her wholes. Touching and stroking any time she moved, even a little, or when her body began to quiver and quake against those digits he would cease then after some time begin anew. It was both bliss and agony never allowed to reach that peak. Even the collar seemed to realize this. She received the same barrage of pleasure with it but not as strongly either he had done something with the collar or it had recognized what he was attempting to do and adapted to the situation. Either way it was maddening.

How much time passed she could not say. She tried holding on for as long as she could, the preferences of a client subjected her to their whims but she could not hold on for long. “Please … M-Master … AHH … please!”

“Treat me like the dirty whore I am! I want it! I need it inside me.” Her hips and ass wiggled a little as if to get those fingers even deeper but likely only torturing herself if he stopped again.

“I-I want that staff inside me. I want to cum. S-So close … AHHHH!!!”

"You human sluts are all the same," the alien being sneered as his long slender fingers curled one last time before sliding out. The creature grasped Scorch by the waste. The cock slid up against those netherlips and then drew back only to slide along the woman's ass instead. "Your stubborn resistance is nothing but a facade. Deep down, this is all you want, all you need. Listen and obey, that is a simple life. No need to worry about anything. You are provided food and shelter and all the sex you could ever desire. What is there to resist?"

His hips pushed forward. His moistened knob forced its way into the human redhead's tight anus. First was the tip then, an inch. Two more slid after the first. He kept a firm grip on the woman as he ensured she felt every throbbing inch push slowly into the tight passage. Well over a foot of grey cockmeat was trying to fit inside the woman's ass. Scorch was left with these sensations of the rod rubbing her already tender passage while the collar continued to aid in her torment. She could hear herself repeating the words she spoke moments ago.

The grey's hips drew back and began thrusting faster and harder. The woman would be forced to rock on top of the desk as the lewd slurp of precum squished against those tightening walls. The nearby computer console had images of the mercenary woman along with various stats and reports. It showed performance records along with stats including her overall remaining resistance. It was unknown if the alien did not care if Scorch saw the display or did not notice. He was enjoying getting his fair share of this lovely fiery beauty.

Seized by the waist gasped as she felt that gray tool slid against quivering nether lips. She shuddered wanting to feel that meat inside her, to clamp down over it but it retreated instead sliding against her ass torturing her even further as he denied her. A question was asked or was it a rhetorical one? Her mind was having difficulty processing everything, especially with her body being on overdrive.

In her head she could still hear her own words being played back to her. It was as if she had been thinking about that moment that played out again and again but at the same time she wasn't dwelling on it at all. Or maybe she was, maybe her desire had been that strong and lingered on that moment. It was probably the collar though she wasn't thinking much about it. The voice in her head was stronger than before.

Her fingers arched up on the desk as she attempted to grasp it as if it were sheets. “AHHH!!!!” She shouted out feeling that shaft press into her. She wanted to touch herself, to bring her fingers against her clit, into those wet folds but the order had been clear to place her hands on the desk.

Obey. That word strong within her mind. “Oh god fuck me!” She gasped out, blue eyes seeing those screens, screens that her mind would have blanked on had she not recognized her name upon the screen. But she dismissed whatever was stated about her, frankly it wasn't important to the here and now as she pressed back against that staff.

Her mind feeling giddy with pleasure as the collar fed her more of what she needed along with that cock. She could hear the slurp of that cock and the clap of her ass against that man meat as it was shoved into her or she shoved back against it. That throbbing announced his closeness, her body had been trained to recognize that state.

NO! Too soon! She thought even as a tremor rushed through her body. She tightened against him, relaxed and tightened again those muscles going to work in an effort to contain him within her but it was a loosing battle.

“Let … Let me taste you … AHHHHHH!!!!” Again she cried out, eyes pressing closed, her own juices rushing down her thighs as she quaked again in orgasm enduring the pleasure fed to her by both the collar and that alien rod focused on doing the best job possible.

Whatever desires this woman had whether by her own will or the influences of collar, it all came second to the desires of her owners. They were the ones in control here. It did not matter how skilled this woman become in her duties, it was they who decided when Scorch experienced bliss.

"Nngh... Your ass is milking my cock, you dirty whore," the alien taunted, "And now you are cumming from having your ass fucked? You must really love being nothing but my cock sleeve."

Hips slapped against Scorch's ass and she felt his thick load flood into her anus. He groaned as the woman's ass clenched around his pulsing meat. He thrust a few more times as he painted her ass with his alien spunk. His long slender hand smacked Destiny's ass cheek. "You got a body made for fucking," he stated, "No wonder you bring in business."

The alien grey pulled out with a wet slurp. Both seed and the woman's shame joined as they dripped and drooled down her inner thighs. "Don't worry, slut. You will do more than just taste your Master." He grabbed Scorch by the hair and led her around the desk. He sat back down in his chair. His cock and balls were still out, glistening with his seed. Fingers once more clatter across keys and panels, the alien grey resuming his work and sending his report to those far above him. He would schedule some men to take this woman to where her ship was last seen and try and retrieve it. It would be better in Vespira's hands than some impound lot.

From what the alien had observed and seen in the collar's readings, it seemed that this one did not care that her belongings were being claimed. It was unknown what he would do with it. Perhaps wait until he heard further from Vespira.

“Yes Master, make me your cock sleeve!” She gasped and came hard, her arms trembling from keeping her from falling to that desk. He erupted inside her, that hot and throbbing member encased within her. She should not have feared that he would be finished so soon.

Her ass slapped and hair grabbed she was lead around the desk promised even more. She felt a fluttering in her stomach both pleased by his words and that she brought in business. She yearned to do her best and at the moment all thoughts of her ship had been pressed to the back of her mind.

She stared at that spire before her and while ignored for the time being as the alien went back to work she took it upon herself to act unless he prevented her, a stern look, a command or some other body language. Barring that she sank down ob her knees, fingers peeling over those heavy sacks as warm breath ran over that staff.

Licking up one side of it her tongue snaked out around that tip before dipping down the other side collecting as much seed as possible as she cleaned him with those licks. Her mouth dropped to that sack, licking and sucking against it while her hand moved to that spire pumping up and down that length slowly as she experienced each and every inch of him.

Occasionally her thumb traced over the tip of his shaft as she worked on those balls sucking them while running her tongue against him. Then her hand switched with her mouth. Fingers traced over those sacks again while she rose up licking that rod before capturing the tip around her lips that had to spread wide to get the head into her mouth. Once it was in the rest of that shaft was easier.

She sank down that member slow at first and picking up both speed and depth as she took more of him in. By then she was a dripping mess missing the feeling of that rod and wishing to climb over it but made no move to do so at least not yet as her will moved in the direction of pleasing her Master to the best of her ability.

Scorch was given her wish and was able to feast on the grey's alien cock. She could feel the hot blood pulsing within the sac and shaft she worshiped with her lips and tongue. But the more she sucked and slurped on the alien male, the more she longed to have him inside her again. She could taste the musky semen that coated the member moments ago. The male would stop working to grab hold of the woman's head. His cock would spasm inside her sucking lips as copious amounts of that wondrous seed flooded her mouth and throat. His hips would buck forward, jamming the thick knob into the back of the woman's throat to ensure not a drop escaped.

He eventually finished his work and Destiny found herself on the desk once more. This time she was on her back as the male held both legs by the ankles, keeping her spread wide as his cock churned away inside the woman's aching cunt. Hips slapped against her thighs and ass. The table rocked with the vigorous thrusts. He came inside the redhead and painted her breasts and face with his gooey alien seed.

The head of this establishment did not stop. He enjoyed the feel of this woman wrapping around his hard shaft. He admired the look of rapture and loss that was across the slave's features. The alien grey would grab Scorch by the hair and drag her up to his room where he would continue fucking her in his bed throughout the night and into the morning. The mercenary would not be given a chance to clean up before being taken by some thugs to retrieve her ship. Her naked body covered with semen stains was exposed for all to see as she was commanded to lead them to her ship.

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Elsewhere, in the depths of space, a luxury cruiser continued on its set course. Inside the owner's bedchamber was another room that held a large pool. Steam rose from the heated water. Bubbles flowed out of jets and a series of ripples were coming from the middle. The ripples swirled for a bit before a scaled female figure broke the surface. Long head tendrils swayed as she arched her body, the appendages wetly slapping against her shoulders and back. Yellow eyes opened as a satisfied hiss escaped her lips.

A snap of Vespira's fingers caused various digital displays to come up. The Gorgonian observed what reports Serena had brought to her. It was unfortunate that Mercer never took advantage of this former first mate's skills. But, those skills and everything else for that matter now belonged to this alien serpent. Slitted pupils scanned through numerous financial reports. Some establishments were doing better, others worse. Some were no longer sending reports which meant they had been attacked by the ADD or other enemies. Improved profits usually meant implementing new technology or simply gaining more slaves either through transfer or by the establishment capturing their own slave stock. The range of profits were certainly impressive. But, the snakewoman always desired more. Unfortunately, expanding further meant less eyes and personnel for security. The ADD were always taking shots at vulnerable establishments. The losses were annoying but expected.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the displays and swam towards the edge of the pool. Her fine scales glimmered as her snakelike body swayed with her humanoid torso. Water cascade down her fine scales as well as her rougher snakehalf scales. Her large body drenched the edge of the pool as she climbed out, finally finished with her long relaxing bath.

She welcomed that taste, the explosion that sprayed into her mouth as his hand kept her from retreating not that she had the desire to do that. She drank and drank gulping down mouthfuls of that sweat nectar, eyes peaking up at him. Had her mouth not been full she would have been smiling and did so with her eyes alone.

He had a lot of cum to give her and when she thought she could not swallow down any more she once again found herself on that desk. This time on her back, her hands reaching up exploring that fine torso as he pushed into her. Soaping wet folds pulled him in squeezing him at the same time as she stretched around that familiar passage.

The first thrust alone had her screaming out in rapture, her head tipping back spilling her long red locks off the desk. “Y-You're cock feels amazing Master!” This is what she wanted, fighting through that orgasm to receive even more. Her features crimson as the heat of her own excitement got to her, how long he ravished her there upon the desk she could not say loosing count of the moments of bliss that she endured.

Her innards and breasts had been smeared with his seed and she had been left panting. Breasts rose and fell. As exhausted as she was a smile crossed her lips. He wanted more and that pleased her. She was doing something right and was brought to her Master's bedroom.

Scorch wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Sheer will kept her going and he did not disappoint. Needless to say there was little sleeping that was done that night. Sheer will kept her going for awhile at least but even she had her limits and exhaustion took her in the end.

She didn't think she had been asleep for long. Waking up she was quit sore from the vigorous pounding she endured. The scent of sex filled the room and clung to her in the form of the caked on cum. At first it took a moment to comprehend what was going on. She was still in the Master's bed which made her feel good in an odd sort of way. She thought that it was time to get ready to work and thought she had time to clean up but found that wasn't on the menu, at least not yet.

“Right, the ship,” she was reminded and went with the thugs without any delay. They instructed her to go and she went without a fuss not even concerned with her lack of attire or the state that she was in. She could still smell sex strongly clinging to her, her breathing deep at times to bask in the smell of the dried seed upon her.

Scorch didn't even register the stares that she was receiving, lustful eyes upon her. Though the lack of footwear made walking more of a chore as she had to pay more attention to her footing to ensure she didn't injure herself.

“There. That's it there.” She pointed out her ship oblivious to the stares she was receiving. The collar giving her a nice little reward for her compliance as she pointed out the modest freighter. “I think 92 is onboard. I can't imagine him being anywhere else.”

If asked about 92 she would state that he was a simple protocol droid with a few modifications to serve as a maintenance droid and co-pilot if memory served. It was a little clearer seeing the ship but in all honesty she wanted to get back to the club and get back to work as much as her body ached.


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Serena moved out of the shadows despite not being on the ship for long. She was recently picked up but applied herself to her role quite well already dealing with a few smaller matters while present making herself useful. Naturally she would have preferred reporting in straight away though she was told that her Mistress was indisposed for the time being.

While that did not keep her away she did spend a little time straightening out a few things, primarily ensuring that security was up to par with the latest batch of reports she had dealt with some sites went dark. It could have been the ADD she realized but there was always the prospect of other crime bosses hitting soft targets, preparing to make an unexpected move.

They would fail. She would see to that. And while not an outstanding fighter where aliens and hand to hand combat met she was skilled to a modest degree and had some experience in such things keeping threats away from her younger sister back in the days were they ran the Iron Vulture. It felt like a life time ago, a past that served her now in order to serve her Mistress a little better.

She focused more on the financial side of things since a mere human couldn't stand up against the usual alien foes. It was more useful applying herself in realms that provided the best of rewards.

Already she had a towel in hand moving behind her Mistress to drape it over her shoulders and bring the material down those scales. “I was told you were indisposed Mistress. I assumed that that did not apply to me. However, I could depart if you require a bit of solitude.”

Her voice soft and sensual as she spoke, fingers dashing down those scaled arms as her large breasts pressed into the back of her Mistress. A soft kiss had been placed to her neck.

Financial figures were one thing but there were always deeper aspects that, while not kept from final reports had been buried since numbers were the primary interest here.

“This club in particular might warrant a closer look,” a wave of her hand brought up the small club. She scrolled past all the financial details, flipped past the staff and the break down of their pay settling on the list of slaves. There were names and how much money they were pulling in compared to how much had been paid to acquire the slave either from the markets or the manpower and munitions to capture said slave. There were projections against how long it would take for them to turn a profit and so forth.

Numbers broke down into numbers. While Vespira had been provided with the figure that mattered most these reports showed each step and breakdown of the numbers showing where improvements could be made or what costs could be cut to turn a better profit. Things that might not matter straight away to the final figures but would be important should she wish to maximize the potential of a club.

One name had no associated costs attached. Save for the feeding and lodging of the slave in question. “Looks like my sister has come back. It's the same club she came to before. I've been keeping an eye on the reports,” another kiss was applied to the opposite side of her neck, those orbs pressing up against her Mistress as a hand rested upon her hip sliding slowly against those scales as it moved inward toward the slit that concealed that member of hers seeing if she could get it to come out and play.

While Scorch was allowing her remaining belongings to be taken in order to return to the work she had learned to love, Serena was a slave with different benefits. The older sister's body was clad in a tight fitting uniform, making it easy to move about the ship while still accentuating her lovely curves and other enticing features. Many slaves on the ship held actual positions and performed their tasks diligently. This afforded some protections though it was not uncommon for Serena to see a fellow sister bent over in the corridor with a Saurian's scaled dick plowing into her. Serena was spared some of that from working closer to Vespira though no alien would ever refuse the offer should the slave have an itch needing scratching.

Serena did her best to remain out of the way but, there was no escaping Vespira's sharp sense of smell. That forked tongue tasted the woman and her desire the moment the doors had hissed open. The slave approached and had to stand on the Gorgonian's large snake half in order to better tend to the seven foot tall serpent's shoulders and neck. The alien crimelord had a large scaled body that needed drying. It would take time and a number of towels to dry every inch of woman's divine form.

Serena had no collar on. Her training was directly received from the Mistress herself. The older sister had been broken down and rebuilt time and time again, shaping the woman into a being completely devoted to Vespira and her criminal empire. Always attempting to excel in order to earn attention, this trained slave was more than willing to use her body in order to be taken by the powerful serpentwoman.

The slave brought up the digital displays once more. Vespira recognized the club in question and noted the addition of a slave. Not just a slave, a returning slave. The human called Scorch had returned and had willingly equipped the collar once more. "Sso it sseemsss..." Vespira stated, "Her resissstance readings have fallen greatly. Thisss report is dayss old. She brought with her gemssstones of worth. But, it does not look as if your dear sissster remembers what those gems were for. Perhapss she jusst wanted to be fucked again. Your little game before mussst have done a number on her."

Serena's breasts rubbed against Vespira's back. The fine scales scratched her tender mounds through her uniform. The woman was eager to have more and she lowered herself in order to reach around for the serpent's hidden sheathe. A hand stopped the servant though. A simple point towards the tower revealed that the slave would receive nothing for unfinished work. As long as Serena continued to dry the Gorgonian off and was not too distracting, Vespira saw no further reason to interfere.

"By the time a messsage reaches the club, the collar will have thoroughly broken in that sslut," Vespira hissed, "She will mosst likely fail to progresss through another game. She did not even manage that much in the previousss game. The alien pretender had to move the game forward for her. She sseemed more content with worshipping that wolf man than ssee you again."

A gesture brought up various recorded clips of Scorch and the shapeshifter wearing Mercer's form. The air was filled with the sounds of the younger sister sucking, fucking, and worshipping the man she once hated. "The real Mercer is not aware that we have your ssister broken to his visage. Perhapss he would be interessted in repurchassing her. She was more willing in doing work for him in the passt. You would sstill be ssafe and Mercer would have the pleasure in seeing thiss rebelliouss woman break before him."

"Tell me more of Mercer. I wish to know if he is worth doing businesss with..."

Her hand stopped shy of it's goal Serena's gaze followed the finger and she took the hint going back to work. Of course a lone towel wouldn't get the job done but it allowed her to start. There were others on hand. She went back to work occasionally her tongue licked at some of the moisture that had found it's way between the scales. Her mouth having to suck in a few places but more or less she stuck to the towel.

There had been no need for a collar for a long time but Serena knew what they did. She was aware that they were reset after a slave no longer needed them for use on other slaves. Their expense made it impractical to keep upon those slaves that had already learned their place and the wonderful role they now fulfilled.

“I won't place it past her. For all her denial she's spent quite the time in the arena. I suppose it is a means of denying that she wants it. I doubt that is the case now,” she remarked as she continued with her cleaning.

“She likely has no idea of much at this stage. I don't think she cares about anything but being the slut she is.” The towel had traced down those long arms then began with the lower back squatting down to better reach.

“No idea, Mistress. I'm sure that he would be interested in seeing the footage. Perhaps even coming to the club,” she paused thinking about Mercer as she was asked about him. “He did not touch me. I was a tool for him to blackmail my sister with. Provided that she did as commanded, whether fighting in the arena or procuring certain objects for him.

“He tends to acquire slaves for the arena. He particularly likes breaking strong women. While Destiny lacks physical strength she is gifted with other abilities that can make for interesting scenarios in the arena. I got to see her bouts while with Mercer. She's gotten much better and has even pulled off a few wins against lesser foes.

“I'm sure he would be interested in her. As to what role he would have her play I cannot say. Certainly he would enjoy having her at the very least. At this point her hatred for him would be transformed. All she would care about is whether or not he had a cock, tentacle or some other appendage.

“Shall I make the arrangements between you two Mistress?” She paused, grinning a little. “It would be ironic if I were the one to deliver her to Mercer. Seeing how she was responsible for getting me away from him. Besides, she did come to see me even if she doesn't remember that.”

She had to go fetch another towel working on that tail next, the tendrils that made up her hair and finally the front of her body.

Serena had quite the task before her. Usually, two to three slaves tended to drying the large serpentine body of the Gorgonian. But, this task was this slave's alone. She was able to feel every curve, every scale. Lights glimmered off each individual prismatic shard. Colorful flashes flickered across the woman's vision as every stroke caused the patch of scales she worked on to shimmer before her eyes. The lights were soothing and stimulated parts of her brain that mere fingers and tendrils could not reach. Serena required no collar as merely being around this divine being's scales was enough to dull any thoughts of resistance and continue shaping her into the perfect servant.

Vespira knew of the arena but rarely attended. There were only a few slaves she would even consider sending into a fighting ring such as that. "She had been attending the arena willingly prior to thisss, mossstly defeatss. Perhapsss on purposse..."

"If Mercer is interessted in purchasssing sslaves, then I am certain he will love to do businesss," Vespira agreed, "But, he musst not know of the detailss. Showing my hand would only sspoil the reveal. Leave him ignorant that the ssslut has been sspecially molded to sservice him. Send a messsage to the club, have your sissster prepared for transsport. Have her pod play nothing but footage of her time with that fake Mercer. The transsport will meet me. I am not at your sisster's beck and call. I will not come to her."

A hand stroked Serena's hair as the slave tended to Vespira's front. Those firm breasts glimmered and shined in her eyes as she dried and massaged them. She loved how the girl's eyes were glassy from the hypnotic display. She knew this pet was hearing every word though as every hissed syllable slithered through her hazed mind without resistance.

"Arrange a meeting with Mercer. I prefer meeting on my ship but I am willing to accept alternatives if he proves reluctant. The purpose will be discussing future business opportunities," the serpent hissed, "It will take sseveral days to for her pod to arrive at the rendezvous point. She is yours to be with until it comes time to meet with Mercer. The ssslut will remain out of sight and scent of Mercer until it comes time to reveal my offer."

A hand lifted the slave's chin. Slitted pupils gaze deep into the older sister's eyes. "I ssee you ssmiling at the thought of ssending your own sisster into sslavery," Vespira said, amused, "Tell me, is thiss what you hoped your ssisster would become? How does that make you feel?" As those eyes bored into Serena's vision, Vespira's other hand cupped and squeezed a breast. Her forked tongue flickered, tasting this woman in the air while her fingers molded the tender flesh through the slave's uniform.

“No doubt on purpose. Getting accustomed to the role she was born for,” Serena agreed. “I will see to your wishes, Mistress.”

She considered that for a moment. How saving the reveal as a surprise could be interesting. How would Mercer respond? Certainly he would make Destiny work for his attention and the collar's conditioning would be complete by then, she would obey even if she were to be denied for long periods. How far she had fallen in such a small strand of time.

Serena reached up, her arms and towel caressing those breasts. Unfortunately they were a bit too high for her to taste without that tail being in the right place. Her eyes reflected the shimmering light of those beautiful scales and she would have to make due with just touching her Mistress until that tail shifted, if it did. Right now her focus had been upon her task in drying her Mistress as silently commanded. Doing a good job was it's own reward but she would not deny anything extra that came her way.

“No, Mistress, not sending her into slavery. But I do find it a bit ironic to send her to the very individual she sought to free me from.” She considered a few things in the span of seconds. If Destiny was absolutely craving sex by the time she arrived was it better to allow Mercer to discover that state straight away or discover it on his own and not ruin the surprise. She could always have the saurians have fun with her before hand to relax her a bit, her Mistress said she was hers to do with as she pleased before this meeting.

Mercer was a small time crime boss so getting him to meet on the ship shouldn't be too difficult. Especially when faced with someone of the stature of her Mistress. Showing reluctance could be bad. He might think she would wipe him out or was trying to muscle in on his operation which was what again? She hadn't seen much of it herself but it was small. There weren't too many thugs. The house she had been kept in was small but nice. Her Mistress had ships larger than what passed off as his estate.

Her body began to tingle with that touch. Her breathing slowed as did her movements with the towel though they never truly stopped as she felt light headed with that gaze. “I am glad she won't have the opportunity to serve you here. Frankly, I don't need the competition. She's always been better at most everything we did. She was the captain and I her first mate, it went beyond that though to most other things. She was always looking to protect me when I should have been the one protecting her. Yet, in the end I did that. Getting rid of her stubbornness makes things a lot easier on her part given the role she has been cast in.”

"You asssume there would be competition. Are you sssaying she will surpassss your love for me?" the alien woman replied, "I thought your love for your Misstresss could not be matched?"

"What of those pirates?" the Gorgonian asked, "They are of no threat to me and my alliess. But, would they take notice of Mercer'ss future purchasse? How would they react knowing their former captain fucking her greatest enemy?" It was unknown if the pirates knew that Serena had been purchased by Vespira. Previous deals with various mercenary groups would ensure they would have a hard time acting against her. But, she had no qualms with directing their animosity towards someone else. Once Scorch is sold, she will no longer be Vespira's responsibility. Not that the serpent cared much for the fiery mercenary to begin with.

"Mmm... Perhapsss the messsage could wait to be ssent tomorrow," Vespira pinched a nipple though Serena's uniform, "It will give you time to prove how much better a ssservant you are compared to your dear sisster." She rose up, allowing what remained of the damp and torn towel to fall away. "Show me how much of a fool Mercer was in never indulging in your true talentss."

The displays were all still showing scenes of Destiny fucking and breaking to the shapeshifter. Her cries and pleas for more filled the air as the serpent woman's cock slowly slid free from her sheathe. Vespira led her loyal pet into the other room where a bed of soft pillows awaited.

“My love for you cannot be matched,” Serena responded at once. “But she'd try to get your blessing. However, I would rather not compete for attention, Mistress, I can't help but be a little greedy.” Again she grinned, her eyes glistening and reflecting the light from those marvelous scales.

“As for the Iron Vultures you need not worry about them. Destiny disbanded them after my capture from what she tells me. I believe one of the crew took over eventually when boredom got to the old crew but they have nothing to do with Destiny now. Outside of one or two aliens that stayed away from rejoining the Iron Vultures she told me she hasn't kept in touch.

“Those times she was spending trying to get me from Mercer's grasp.”

Her heart leaped against her chest. The grin she had sported became a satisfied smile. “Yes, it can wait, Mistress. Mercer's loss. I'll show you that my sister cannot truly excel.” She did much more than a simple fuck toy after all and at present that was the only field that her sister was good at.

Lead away to the adjacent room it was not long before she had turned to her Mistress. Already on her knees she worshiped that cock. Her tongue sweeping against the tip then dipping as she licked at the sides. Hands worked on that shaft, both falling down then back up.

Her mouth opening she took a sliver of that cock into it. Of course she didn't stop there as she slid down that scaled length displaying just how deeply she managed to take that rod into her throat.

Up and down her head bobbed until she drew off that rod long enough to unbutton the shirt of her uniform using her breasts against that rod as her hands pressed the firm mounds against that rod. Her mouth going back to sucking on the portions that made it between her cleavage.

Lips pressed tightly around that shaft. Hard nipples grazed along scales as she moved. Excited and wet she only looked forward to more hoping that it would be a long night ahead of her.

"Mmm... Perhapsss you will find where they reside," Vespira hissed as she relaxed, "They may have interesst in the fact that their former captain was ensslaved."

Rough scales greeted Serena's eager hands and tongue, lightly scratching one way while running smoothly in the other direction. The fleshy tip was hot against the woman's lips as she tasted the member she missed so much. Taking it into her throat, she felt the scales drag against her tender throat. But, the human slave would not stop. Her head bobbed while hands stripped off her uniform. Warm breasts pressed around the glistening scaled meat. Every scale was like fingertips sliding up and down the woman's cleavage. Over and over, her nipples were scratched by those scales as more hot blood engorged the sensitive nub.

Soft hisses escaped the Gorgonian's lips as she layed on the large pile of pillows. The shaft pulsed and throbbed with ever growing heat. It stood proudly as the human woman tried to explore every inch of the wondrous rod. Precum touched the woman's taste buds, oozing from the tip and soaking into the slave's hands and cleavage.

Serena's final challenge would be riding this fully erect monster. The tip and shaft were moist as was she. Those scales would dig into her inner walls while the serpent's girth would spread the woman wide open. Serena could hear the cries and moans of her sister through the video footage that was being played. Her younger sister had become quite the slut and it was important that she was not outdone. Serena had no special powers but that would not stop her body from eagerly accepting Vespira's alluring attention.