Such extreme patience ultimately paid off when the sheer suspense was nearly killing her before an orgasm hit her in a rush of numerous electric sparks that seemed to flare up all across her body. She bent and shuddered, even arched her back as a shout of release reverberated off the chamber walls. He was good and more was yet to come.

Phoebe had become a living embodiment of rapture when his gaze next met her own. Amid crimson cheeks and a gaping mouth which continued to echo countless hectic moans and gasps of an addled mind that neared the end once again, her own breaths and his patiently invading fingers had the poor blonde servant’s depths crash down on him in a surge of her juices and the chaotic convulsions of the cumming body before him. She quivered uncontrollably, subconsciously even bucking her hips against him, but managed to endure for now even though her tongue lolled out of her mouth in the process.

But, he did feel her up on the inside. She was trained to please with her mouth, but other orifices certainly hadn’t been neglected. Phoebe was tight and in control of those velvety folds for as long as her body didn’t spasm under the overwhelming amount of ecstasy of another orgasm. His fingers were welcomed by heat and moisture, both of which clamped down then relaxed again to show how well she’d be suited for the any man who tended to be around her.

A hand fell unto her breast and would undoubtedly feel the perky nipples there although even engorged her delicate bust wasn’t too impressive overall. The peaks were quite sensitive and oozed their warmth through her clothes, eagerly pulsating with the desire to be explored.

She wondered how long he’d fixate his attention on her, but in the end Phoebe didn’t really care. Whether he assailed her charms now or the wolves on the hunt a little later made next to no difference in those early stages of her training. Fafner remained a priority, but this one she owed a great deal for giving her the chance to become what her body and mind craved for.

A light smile managed to punch through the lust stricken grimace he’d watched for a while now. “How does it feel? Am I good enough for you?” Sultry eyes dipped down, then back up, hinting at the question in her mind regarding his ability to continue although Phoebe put forth another. “Are you going to put your cock inside me?”

“It feels great, though I have to question why this is still on.” He squeezed her breast giving her some time to remove the top where he made direct contact with warm flesh squeezing in and rubbing that nipple against his palm.

“Eager are we? And to answer yes.” He scooted in closer as he leaned down. His tongue lapping against one breast while his hand fondled the other. Even small breasts required attention and he granted each that attention as the tip of his shaft rubbed up against her.

It was clear as to were it was going but he teased while tending to those breasts switching and tending to the twin in the same fashion. Part way while doing that though she would feel him push into that tight sheath bit by bit until he could go no deeper.

Holding himself there he throbbed against her, came away from her breasts but was still leaning down over her while his hands took her's in his and he began moving, slow at first with varied angels in order to determine what she enjoyed the most and then from there speeding up the pace in order to make the most out of this knowledge. He grunted, pleased by the tightness that constricted his length.

“Nice ...” he commented though judging by how good she felt about his fingers he expected no less then this sort of bliss.

She looked meek and mild, but her cries were far from that when he came down unto her breasts to lavish them with attention. Shudders rolled over the young woman, each sweeter than the next while the firm nature of each puffed up nipple rubbed against his palm. Phoebe had been as eager as one could be and it showed when he took it one step further.

Sultry eyes dipped to that molten tip rubbing against her, teasing her, all while her ever more ecstatic moans and whimpers echoed throughout the chamber. They began to narrow when his hips shuffled forward, spearing directly into the gates of heaven whereupon that warm, velvety flesh embraced him with the nectar he’d tasted not long before. His hot, pulsing spire filled her with excitement, each throb letting her know his presence within her core. She took him in and convulsed about him in a chaotic manner, both her eyes and head drifting back during his descent until he could go no further.

Then, he took her hands into his own. Such tender care often eluded the likes of her. Stunned would’ve been an apt description for what Phoebe appeared to be in the next few moments until her muscles calmed some, then relaxed when these silky smooth digits intertwined with his in a more romantic fashion. She looked up to meet his gaze with her own, a ravishing expression of pure delight drinking in the bliss that began to form on him. Smooth toned thighs graced his flanks before they surrounded him in an embrace of their own, her heels pressing into his backside for the things to come. As far as motivation went, he could feel her constrict further about him with that display of gentleness.

“Ah .. Uhhnn .. Nngh ..” Kurgan then impaled her on his shaft, and the encouragement of her heels followed in his wake. She’d welcomed the search for sweet spots and these delicate fingers tightened about his every now and then, smaller hands squeezing his to enhance the impression he’d found what he was looking for while her core folded about him in an incredibly snug tightness.

“So goood ..” The words came out in the form of elongated moans rather than coherent speech when he drilled into her, though those shiny yellow green eyes never quite left him despite the turmoil unfolding within her. Every thrust encouraged Phoebe to exhale, then draw another breath, and each of these two amplified the pleasure coursing through her system. She had to miss out on a lover for days now and he was finally offering what her body truly wanted. Sucking him off was a necessity to ease her pleasure hungry mind, but this, this happened not because she needed it, but because they both wanted it.

His hands folded about hers squeezing almost in time with her own at first then syncing up as they continued. The warmth of her body had been fulfilling as he pulsed within her, each thrust only increasing in tempo especially with the encouragement of her legs that drew him back as soon as he began to extract himself.

Kurgan did not know which was better, she was talented with her mouth for sure but there had been no denying the feel of that incredible pussy wrapped about him. She was tight and eager for him, for this most primitive of dances.

Each breath she drew forth only stimulated her further, the effects of that alteration to her mouth had been that sensitive he found. Briefly he had wondered about her eating … had she orgasmed simply by sucking on the treats he was giving her or did she manage to keep down that impulse?

It was a random thought that he soon dismissed as he bent down. A lick against one of those bouncing breasts began the lapping sensation that soon followed. He licked because it was far easier then sucking. His eyes flicked up to her own, that sensation throbbing greatly against the inner core of her body. He fought the urge to cum, licked at her neck for a small while before disengaging their hands.

Grabbing her legs, ready to rupture from the feel of it he unlocked her legs from him before suddenly pulling out of her. He was a blur of movement though getting her on his knees before him. He barely had time to aim his cock at her face before a blast of cream ruptured forth leaving him panting and out of breath.

“Oh, fuck, oh … I needed that.” Cum slowed it's flow then drizzled off as he was left hard and throbbing, his cock dancing before her jizz covered features.

In time with his thrusts he found her euphoric cries ringing in his ears, the most potent statement of her affection when these heels came pressing down on him to have that rigid length spear into her core. Size, while desired by most, hardly became an issue once he got a good enough feel of how her body reacted to his every intrusion. She came within the final few moments of his relentless onslaught which forced her muscles to lock up and fold about him, enhancing the strenuous effort he had to go through while attempting to hold back his own height.

She twitched and shuddered on her knees, but opened wide before the warm torrent of molten goodness splashed across her lewd, blissed out expression. Phoebe panted excitedly, cum covered tongue lolling out of her mouth while that strong masculine aroma flooded her lungs with every breath. She tasted him, smelled him, and the way that goopy essence clouded her thoughts had her sweat caked form tremble with ecstasy.

Something about going back to these humiliating activities had been intoxicating beyond belief. She had been marked with the release of another and found herself smiling with a bubbly giggle that escaped her the moment her fingers traced through the thick essence that graced her features.

“Gawd .. You’re good at this .. Shooting that much cum for me ..” At once her gaze began to dip to that dripping length. A hand of hers engulfed the shamelessly hardened length, her thumb running along the swollen tip before spreading the precious cream on the rest of his shaft with each rub of her hand. Slick and sticky to the touch, Phoebe cast her eyes upon his though her upper body bent forward from the waist up while her sensuous words rang through the air. “You’ve been backed up for a while, haven’t you? It’s okay .. I know the feeling. I’ve been there before.”

Seductive ruby lips descended onto his bulging sac with a deliberate smooch while her other hand brought the drenched shaft against her cheek. She rubbed it against herself there as a light suction rolled over his testes, but it wouldn’t remain there for long. Instead, Phoebe recoiled to engulf his delicious cock whole once again, to cleanse it of the mess she made by stroking the semen stained length.

It proved difficult to hold back the moans, but they certainly helped when it came to expressing her pleasure in the act. Even better, Kurgan remained hard and firm for the moment. Good. She wanted him to cherish this as much as she did. In the future they may meet less and less, but after losing on a hunt which was more than likely to happen Phoebe figured this could be one of the few times for her to get some additional practice. She savored his taste for as long as his sensitivity allowed before pulling away once more. Whether he had any strength left to continue, Phoebe didn’t know, but they could cause only so much delay before she was going to be put to work.

He grinned as he gazed at her and the mess he caused though he did not expect additional attention. He gasped feeling her lips on his sack or the cum smeared shaft rubbing against her cheek. “Yes, it has been awhile.”

Many of the other girls were so battered or worn out when they came here that he probably couldn't enjoy himself even if he had taken them. More or less he just patched them up and sent them back. Sometimes, rarely, a girl recovered quicker or had to stay a bit longer then usual but many had “fans” so to speak so he did not get to keep them around for long.

She got to play with him a bit more. He did have her stand and turn around, hands on the bed, ass out he rubbed an ass cheek. “Next time we'll have to give this a try.”

He got her a towel so that she could clean up with before getting dressed. He then lead her to one of the other buildings were he spoke to a guard that looked her over. Kurgan departed then as the guard brought her to a cell which was more or less a sealed bedroom similar to the one she had been in before. There were six cots her but only two others. An adjacent room led into a bathroom though there was no lock on it.

The others had slave collars too. One she recognized, the other either had to have been here all along or was new herself. “Welcome to the club. So how'd you fuck up?” The girl she didn't recognize stated as she stood to approach. “I'm Jessie and this is Kate.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” An invitation to play more in the future was a welcome thing although Phoebe never once failed to remind herself these activities were nothing but temporary. Fafner owned her. She belonged to him, one way or another, whether he chose to take her along when he returned or not. Such minor sexual escapades were entertaining, even necessary at times given the fact next to every breath heightened her needs, but they had no effect on the final destination of her journey.

She offered up one final flirtatious wink before they headed out of the building. Once again, Phoebe found herself in a secluded chamber with little more than a couple of cots and other unfortunate souls. She didn’t mind it much, not in her position anyway.

Initially Phoebe planned on choosing one of the cots for herself and relax, then await other duties such as construction work where she’d fail miserably, or the hunt depending on whether these wolf people actually bothered to put her to work in the first place, but then one of the two slaves spoke to her.

At first her eyes averted themselves, thinking it may be better to avoid too much contact with the others, especially with the truth of Fafner’s interest pulsing in the back of her mind. Not to mention, her entire oral orifice was one large erogenous zone. She then looked back at them, however, and braced for the sensations to come.

“I’m Phoebe ..” At once a vibrant surge of pleasure brought warmth to both her core and cheeks, enough to color them a light pink. “.. and I didn’t fuck up or anything. Someone just offered a decent amount of money to have me, or .. something ..” She never actually wondered exactly what made Vespira sell her off, but it must’ve been something along those lines hence she dismissed the question for now. “First thing they put me in were the pits so I’m a bit late to the party, but I recognize her. She and I got here on the same flight.” Phoebe pointed at Kate, then brought her focus back to Jessie. “Why are you asking? Why would you think that’s why I’m here?"

Perhaps the others may have thought that she had been attracted to them given her reaction that she could not help. None of them had been wired the same way though she could guess that Kate had some extraordinary talent being that they had been brought in together. She couldn't say the same about Jessie though it seemed likely.

“Because only fuck ups end up here,” Jessie smiled. Kate remained silent for now and it seemed that Kate deferred to the girl that had been around longer though she did note a blush when she winked at her.

“The pits they use when you really mess up or they just don't like you. Sometimes to be mean but they need a reason to use it however small.” She explained. “Currently we are the prey to them. They'll take one or two of us to the forest and set us loose in a loose-loose situation. When the pack is finished with us it's back to Doc Kurgan. He patches us up and we get shuffled back into the mix. Most learn their lesson real quick but since they can select us for the hunt for the smallest infraction they get to punish us with the pits or the hunt. Sometimes if your lucky it will just be a guard that you have to satisfy with the threat looming over head of a greater punishment.”

She paused. “It probably won't do you much good but I know the route to the cottage. I've managed to get there a few times, not that it did me much good.”

Jessie was willing to give her that knowledge though it seemed that the guards didn't care. The cottage location never changed and she might learn it if “punished” enough times. And knowing the location didn't mean much since she would still have to get there.

She was here now but it seemed that if they went in order it would be Jessie, Kate then herself. Seeing that Kate arrived with her she could assume Jessie was already here. That may be a problem. If they took one girl a night she would be here three days. If they took two then that was a day less but there would be no one here to please her unless someone else messed up and got tossed here.

The smell of sex had been on a few of the guards but it was hard to say if it was from a hunt or getting their own special attention.

“If you could tell me, that’d be great.” Any chance to learn more about getting to the cottage had been quite welcome. In all likelihood one of the hunters was going to intercept her long before it even came into view, but knowing the route was half the game although they had no dirt to draw in or muck to paint the walls with which forced her to memorize the whole thing.

“Any specifics on how you managed to reach the cottage?” That one was a bit more essential to the task at hand. Phoebe figured these wolves were excellent trackers, hunters, predators. They were made for the game. In contrast she was short and would be running out of fear, most likely. She didn’t know the terrain or what wandering off the route could bring. She could try to trick them by spreading her odor somehow, but even then that didn’t feel like the most efficient way to deal with her pursuers.

Something else didn’t sit right with her and the notion of reaching the end not doing her fellow slave much good alerted her to it once more. “Though I’ve heard the Captain of the ship who brought me here is a bit of sadist and tends to be waiting at the end of the line I’m not sure I want to be going there. So .. what happens when you make it there?”

She was completely flushed by now and had a hard time concealing a more quickened breathing pace. Phoebe never quite had time to get used to her otherworldly gift. Soft eyes flickered over to Kate for a moment. She’d gotten a wink from her earlier. Perhaps they were really thinking there was some sort of attraction going on although Phoebe had to admit these women were attractive by anyone’s standards and having someone around who fancied her with the extended wait to look forward to tended to help her unusually potent needs.

Yet the other woman hadn’t spoken up at all. It got her curious more so than anything else. She made a mental note to check up on her a bit later to figure out why they were on the same flight together. She had to have something quite unique going for her. At least Phoebe suspected as much given the women that were with her on the flight.

She turned back to Jessie before long. “How long have you been here anyway? Can you tell me anything else? Something that could help? How to behave, how to deal with the guards when they come here and the like.” In a way Phoebe hoped to better her chances to be hunted, mostly out of fear of ending up alone in this room even though masturbation offered a way out of the most infernal misery that could crash down on her. At the same time she had to think about Fafner. Staying here for two days before the first hunt, if they took only one girl and had a certain order for them in mind, would be detrimental to her training efforts. That, Phoebe could not allow.

Jessie had to tell her how to get to the cottage. Kate perked up at this and while her instructions had to be vocal she did run through it a few times until it sunk in … at least she could get a vague sense if she ran across the indicated landmarks she should have an easier time with it.

“Luck more than anything. In one case there was another slave that they either preferred or managed to track down early enough. Once one or two of them find you others discover you and join in. Unless you can finish one off quick enough. Most have pretty good stamina but not all of them. Granted, it's rare.”

She explained before addressing the end game. “The Captain isn't so bad. He won't leave any marks that the doc can't get rid off. We're Master Fafner's slaves and not his own. Most of them are pretty vanilla when it comes to sex but the Captain is a bit more inventive. Light bondage, some pain such as light flogging, shocks, nothing too painful. You've already dealt with the pits so no worse then that.”

She did consider the guards though. They were tougher to peg down. “They are similar to wolves in many ways. They exert dominance. Eye contact is a challenge to them but exposing your throat is a sign of submission. Pretty much staying out of their way works. If they instruct you to do something do it. You'll pick up the habits of them and even come to tell them apart if you're here long enough.

“Some seem just interested in sex, some are lazy, some dedicated to their assignments. It's a fair mix.” She had noted her reactions as she tried to speak. She addressed a portion of that now though. “In short lesbians will hate it here for the most part any way. After they retire us for the evening they don't care what we get up to as long as we're not attempting to escape and can work the following day. If you're bi you'll have an easier time of it. We all know what is expected from us, right?”

Something along those lines sounded fairly simple and easily done. She could attempt to challenge these wolf men. Chances were they decided to smack her for it more than anything else or maybe they’d fuck her on the spot and go about their duties once again before long. It remained to be seen, but waiting two days to participate in the hunt was a waste of two days where Phoebe could actually be training her stamina. In a favorable scenario these women might be able to help her out with that, but there was bound to be a limit on what they’d be willing to do.

She was going to be here for a few weeks though and when the wolves found out Phoebe desired to be on the hunt they may try not to get her involved whatsoever. Admittedly her thoughts steered away from the subject when something else came up which enhanced her flushed cheeks further. “I’m not blushing because I favor women over men or anything.”

A hand then went to her mouth, nearly covering it whole given how much they’d been talking by now. Slick with moisture from all the deliciously mouthwatering sparks of pleasure that raced through her tongue, the muscle couldn’t keep itself from writhing and rubbing against the inside of her mouth for that extra bit of friction when their conversation dragged on. “I .. I have a condition .. I’ve been engineered to entertain both men and women alike with nothing but my mouth. My tongue, my throat, all of it burns for attention. Their sensitivity has been increased to the point where something as mundane as breathing feeds sexual pleasure to me.”

Phoebe averted her eyes out of shame, but knew they most likely endured worse things in the clutches of men. Still, her body was transformed in ways beyond human capabilities. She decided to leave out the constant brainwashing which burned thoughts into her mind, a constant dominating chant which forced her to love cock and the thick pungent flavor of cum, no matter who offered it and when. She doubted going back to normal would ever be a feasible outcome of her current situation, but then again there was no desire to go back. Her love for the Master could not be overstated and Phoebe wanted anything but deny herself the privilege of serving Fafner for many years to come.

She then turbed back, unable to hide the truth about her body. “I thought it best to tell you before you expect me to be better at conversation than I’m going to be.” Shame and humiliation washed over her all the same, but there was something else on her mind, a thought the girl couldn’t let go of, not after making that particular confession. “What about you, Kate?” She tossed the question directly into the room. Kate hadn’t spoken a word yet and Phoebe was getting quite curious. ”I’m thinking everyone aboard my flight has got to have something unique about them. So why were you chosen?”

There had to be a reason. Phoebe was nothing like your usual porn star with big tits and the ability to order men like pizza though the former agent had plenty of hips and ass which could compete with the best of them. Yet they took her along despite lacking in the chest department and reflecting on the other passengers back then made her think everyone there had to be a more or less special creation one way or another.

Jessie nodded at her explanation. It had not really mattered what her sexual orientation was before hand as they all knew that neither the Master or the guards cared. She expressed her shame about the alteration and while she wasn't so certain about Jessie she could guess about Kate.

“Oh,” the other slave seemed to be taken off guard not expecting the question. The eyes of the others had been upon her and she found herself looking between the women before being compelled in answering.

“Nothing as extreme as that. I never saw Master Goro after my purchase but dealt with his minions. I was altered so ...” she paused. It was difficult for her to explain and she considered how. After a brief moment she gathered her thoughts and pressed on.

“My sexual stamina was increased … cum invigorates me. Each feel of it, the taste, it's like drinking caf to stay awake.”

Bottom line was she didn't tell everything. Yet enough to get the idea across. Gang bangs had to be the norm for her. A slave that would have the same vigor with the last participant as the first. How that factored with one individual remained to be seen. Could it be that with a lone individual she would be pushed to the brink only to get revitalized before it was over? It seemed with such a set up it would entail that the slave would be able to keep performing as long as she got cum in one fashion or another.

What may have made that worse would have been an actual craving or desire too where she would ultimately be left unfilled each time unless something like a machine went at her, no cum involved and eventually she would get worn out without the very fuel to sustain her.

If anything had been done to Jessie now would have been the time to share. The fact that she didn't probably meant that nothing had been done to her or it was too embarrassing to address.

“So that's why they got the two of you. The new flavors of the month, huh? Master Fafner rarely comes to this place but it is a training ground of sorts were those that do well could get shuffled off world. It usually doesn't happen though and we just end up as playthings to the guards here.”

Jessie went quiet for a moment then asked something unusual. “Are either of you good at botany?”

Kate shook her head in response and eyes flicked her way.

Seeing how Phoebe could be worn out at the very least, Kate’s affliction looked worse by comparison. Insatiable lust amassed at her core with every word, each flick of her tongue against the inside of her mouth if she wasn’t careful. Just about anything could make her aroused and hungry for pleasure, but release was an option. She couldn’t deny that it felt good in more ways than one to scratch that particular itch over and over again.

But, not being able to be truly exhausted as long as men kept dumping their seed into and onto her sounded like a nightmare. She’d always run on reserves with the right fuel and compared to that Phoebe had been rather fond of what happened to her even though lengthy conversations tended to ignite her needs once more. Then again, the two may be able to exchange favors. Phoebe didn’t produce cum, but even then her tongue had been one of the most sensitive spots on her body. She figured eating the lovely girl out would benefit the both of them if her needs ever got too terrible to bear.

Jessie didn’t appear to have anything to reveal or chose not to. She couldn’t blame the other woman. It might’ve been too intimate, well, maybe too embarrassing to admit and Phoebe didn’t pursue the subject matter. In the end she had no qualms about admitting to her own altered body since confessing as much allowed her to justify speaking a little less than everyone else. She already endured a dangerously tingling sensation throughout her entire mouth and throat. It resulted in more of the same unfolding in her groin and things were getting hotter all over.

As for becoming a plaything for the guards, Phoebe had a way out of here by training well enough to impress Fafner. She glanced over to Kate thinking anyone with that kind of stamina would be a blessing to him. Still, those thoughts merely distracted from the fact they’d be stuck here for at least another day. She had to encourage the guards to let her on the hunt or be doomed to remain here even longer.

After a little while, Phoebe guided her attention back to Jessie when Kate’s eyes flickered her way. “I’d like to think I’m good at it. Lay it on me.” In truth, the petite blonde probably had next to no idea about what she was going to ask. Yet the way Phoebe saw it they were all locked in a room together and anything to occupy the mind rather than her increasingly burning desire for something, anything to fill her mouth once more could come in handy.

Jessie gazed at her and seemed to appraise her for a moment then nodded slowly. She then shifted her attention to Kate. “I suggest you learn as much as you can.

“What I'm going to tell you keep from the guards. I have been here long enough to pick up on a few things. Long enough to be here a few times when Master Fafner was here and lucky enough to have been taken off world for a time.

“But I noticed a few things. One being that the Master is psychic but not all the time. Often he needs a nudge. Sometimes he just seems to know. I think it's a deficiency, that his species has far more skill at it. No, not a deficiency rather an impairment from what I've worked out. He's somewhat addicted to a particular plant, some sort of drug that he's taking. Often I have heard him speak about replicating it though it seems to be an ordinary plant.

“It doesn't seem to be one that grows easily and I'm uncertain if there is anything added to it but it would be a great deal if either of you learned the secrets of growing this plant or the right additives for it.

“He was displeased with the process of an herbalist he had working on the problem. But if he learned that either of you had potential he may take advantage of that.” She shrugged uncertain. Not long after she concluded the door opened and their were two guards. One moved toward Jessie but the other seized his arm and pointed at her instead diverting the attention of the guard to gaze at her then approach. Obviously the pair had been here to collect her.

Removing her from the cell they took her out of the building, restrained her arms with manacles and placed a blind fold on her. She was forced to march into the forest. When the manacles came off she was tied to a tree with rope. The blindfold removed displaying a few of the guards and the captain.

“You have until night fall to free yourself. The hunt begins now though no one will be sent after you until night.” They left her there. It was bad, she had no idea where she was and so that map would be useless even if she got free. But she would have some time to find the cottage if she managed to free herself before night.

Some saw ways to please the Master, even Phoebe when the matter of knowing more about the plant came up, but a minor part of her, someone long since locked away and forgotten, discovered something else. Something of an opportunity consisting of the fact he’d be less than fully capable while under the influence though Phoebe shook her head at the thought it was still there.

Slaves were meant to work for their Masters, not against them. She barred herself from the prospect of betrayal, including whatever benefit could be gained from learning more and forbid herself to think along those lines. Saurians came to mind, how an entire group from the barracks almost fucked her to death for attempting to leave the room she was locked up in. She couldn’t bear the thought of going through anything like that again and a telepath wouldn’t have much trouble finding out about potential betrayal, let alone her deepest fears that could be used against her, whether he happened to be drugged or not.

Subconsciously, her body began to shake at the thought of her first days in captivity. She had clenched fists and her eyes fell shut with the sensations that throbbed in the back of her mind, vile memories that would never be forgotten. Perhaps, just perhaps she could be happy with Fafner. There would be no torture if she behaved. She didn’t need to betray anyone to be free if life turned out to be good under his care. Even if not, she was trained to obey. In fact, her thoughts went on to attempt and solve the problem at hand.

If he was trying to replicate an addictive plant, Phoebe surmised that he was getting it elsewhere. Maybe from someone, or only certain locations. Again, biology wasn’t her strong suit, but the problem here was quite evident. It may be that in the distant future, once he deemed her worthy of a certain measure of trust, he’d allow her to find a solution. Until then, however, Phoebe was going to please him in any way he desired.

For now, the arriving guards were putting her towards the next step of becoming his completely. Although Jessie mentioned he kept her around for a time, Phoebe wondered whether he’d consider letting her stick around forever. Staying with the Master was a dream of hers ever since Vespira took her in, but decided to neglect her. Customers were the ones who offered both pleasure and company, not the one she truly desired to be with. At long last, that may be subject to change.

She was cuffed and blindfolded, but their destination had been quite obvious. They were outside and headed for the forest. Afterwards, they tied her to a tree and removed whatever bindings were left on her before taking off.

It was bad, indeed. She had a worthless map and time until nightfall to free herself. Phoebe began to squirm and wiggle in the faint hope that her smaller stature would have an easier time freeing her arms, which in turn offered a bit more room to maneuver. She never did anything like this before. Starla Uchu, a fellow agent who graced her presence many times in the distant past, took advantage of her in similar ways, but the short hothead never attempted to escape from bondage. Now, Phoebe clearly demonstrated her lack of proficiency in escaping mere ropes the longer her struggle went on.

She had a plan in mind which developed the more she had to fight the rope that bound her. The path Jessie brought up had certain landmarks. Phoebe knew where she and the guards came from which limited directions one could run off to. She’d begin to make her way deeper into the forest and hope for the best. Aside from looking for the proper path, Phoebe intended to memorize whatever other landmarks there were in case tonight would not be her last time in the forest. If there was nothing familiar to be found, well, the wolves were going to be sent after her eventually. If she even made it away from the tree she was bound to, that is. It may very well be that her efforts didn’t amount to anything.