God himself must’ve known the distinction between heaven and hell could no longer be made. She embraced whatever it was this incubus could do and made no attempt to thwart his efforts, thus allowing him to double down on driving her crazy in more ways than one. All thought began to evaporate when her body wound up suspended above his lap. Spread apart with that deliciously throbbing spire granting no more than the tip, there was no more cruel treatment than effectively having herself turned into one hypersensitive erogenous zone.

Shapely hips bucked in equal amounts of desire and reluctance and disturbed the water just slightly, her innermost albeit fleeting thoughts a well of sensations brimming with need and the unresolved mystery of where he could take her, which heights were feasible and which were simply too much to endure. The more Phoebe yearned for release the farther it seemed from being offered. She meant to descend, but couldn’t held at bay by the much stronger Gersham who had full control over her and the situation at hand.

Pain became pleasure. Her aching teats were tugged and twisted, nothing but hot throbbing lumps of excitement which should’ve burst with agony yet didn’t, sending shock upon shock of ecstasy through every part of her quivering being. His amorous affections, irregardless of where he lashed out at the petite woman, caused further injections of arousal to spearhead into ever deeper regions of her addled mind, conjuring a downright nightmarish lust at the woman’s core.

All the while, each soul numbing quake he foisted upon her granted him an all the more intense embrace of trained velvety walls. She may have been small, but in turn Phoebe’s stature showed great potential in squeezing him dry. Everything he did, from the faintest of strokes to the most intense groping of her heaving bosom or tending to that tender love pearl, elicited further samples of her bedroom voice and shudders that were all too beautiful to observe. She folded around him, crushing the molten tip of that spire with a devotion he’d rarely find elsewhere. Spasming inner muscles seized and pulled as if to devour Gersham with all their might, urging him to plunge deeper into the comely chalice which emanated heat reminiscent of molten lava.

This maddening rush was simply too much to take. She swallowed hard, facing the effects of a dry throat despite salivating over the sheer wealth of carnal exhilaration that came over her. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth between heated gasps, with tears slowly welling up in the hopelessly needy blonde’s eyes.

Shallow breaths soaked every part of her mouth as though each blow of air set off a tide of orgasmic bliss, the very same intake and exhale which quickened when faced with the ever rising intensity of his touches. Licking the inside of her cheeks, teeth, anything to alleviate this burden of her existence only led to greater needs that’d go unsatisfied. Without water hiding away Phoebe’s shame, the poor blonde would’ve been dripping with need. Another minute of this and her body would succumb, burning through the very climax Gersham had built and balanced her on like a puppeteer with his favorite doll.

How far his influence truly went could only be seen when he threatened to delay matters even more. “No! No, please don’t- Ah!” She could barely hope for reality to reach her senses anymore, but to be denied again made her snap back to the moment at hand, with a deteriorated sense of sanity making her crave nothing more than what he could offer. “Stop .. Stop teasing me, please .. I’m begging you ..”

Sweat glistened her brow, blending in perfectly with the lustrous sheen of oils and ointments which it had yet to peel away. With her hand still on his member and the back of his head, her motions beneath the surface took on a more urgent pace, though her limbs felt like putty moving through lead they did their best to excite him just a little more alongside a much tighter grip. Ultimately, it slipped away as well, helplessly tracing the sheathed crown of his shaft that spread her out in the most heavenly fashion.

“Ahhnn .. I want you .. need you .. Let me .. Let me have it, Gersham .. Please give it to me ..” She cupped his cheek, turning her head enough to almost smother his lips with her own, staring longingly into those three eyes of his. “Fuck me .. Please, just fuck me senseless already ..”

Driving her wild had been exactly what he had intended. Though now he debated on granting her what she desired or delaying just a bit longer. He settled on the later in no hurry when it came to the realms of pleasure. Her efforts increased, her hold tightening around him as she attempted to entice him further as if that delicious squeeze of her pussy against the crown of his head hadn't been enough.

He loved her whimpers, loved the passion in her voice. Each syllable only adding to the pleasure as the vibrations moved along her tongue. His lips pressed against her shoulder in a few places nibbling against the skin without braking it. At the same time he tugged again on a nipple twisting it in his grasp.

His other hand trailed along her ass still holding her in place though he pressed up into her a scant few inches feeling the clench of her body around him. A wonderful fit. He could feel how wet she was on the inside, that burning heat that threatened to ignite them both.

He groaned against her shoulder then stopped. Still in no rush his hand moved beneath her, a finger tracing her anus while the this of his other fingers pressed against her ass holding her meager weight upward as much as she struggled she wouldn't be capable of taking much more inside her. Any effort to do so on her part would cause him to slip from her slowly only to press back against that entrance until she ceased her movement returning when she stilled.

Just the tip, then a little more if she remained still. His tongue swept behind her ear just as his index finger pressed into her ass up to the first knuckle. The press of his other fingers against her relaxing.

The hand playing with her nipple then flowed down her body until it rested on her hip pulling her down slowly as he raised up into that snug sweetness. If she moved then he would lift her back up only to start over when she stopped moving. Then beginning again he pulled her down while pressing up into her stopping only when it was all within her.

Then he whispered against her ear although it was unnecessary. “Now knock yourself out.” He gave her permission to move. More of his finger sinking into her ass as his finger curled about within her. The hand on her hip rested there for a moment though it began climbing back up her body allowing her to dictate the pace she desired.

Fingers grazed against her lips while his tongue focused on her other shoulder trailing against it. She felt good around him. From the bathroom mirror he caught glimpses of her angelic face once in a while and knew just how much she had craved this. Had they not been playing at targets they could have done this sooner but sometimes, as was this time, the wait was definitely worth it.

She had nothing but a one track mind by the time he meant to teach her just how more of him could be earned, not taken. Such lessons took a while to settle though once they did Phoebe’s consciousness revolved around one thing and one thing only. As anticipated, the woman’s brains were scrambled beneath tidal waves of agonizing bliss during this palpable erotic torture, reduced to a glee filled mush that yearned for no one but him. Gersham found the poor thing quivering from head to toe, a visage of pure rapture on those slack jawed features he was about to enrich with something far greater than mere denial.

Strong, pulsating masses of man meat stretched the blonde to her limits, causing a visible bulge to indicate how much he’d claimed of this once reluctant lover of his. Her touch fell to it, rubbing against the considerable swell he left behind while another one of his digit pressed up against the male’s own blistering might through nothing more than a narrow wall of flesh. Whether he actually pierced her cervix or merely bumped into it, her whole world had been drowned out by nothing but pleasure. Just how deep he was, Phoebe couldn’t tell anymore and didn’t bother thinking about, as any discomfort had been washed away before it had a chance to ruin the moment.

“Y-Yes! Thank you!” As soon as he gave permission, the hand clutching the back of his head fell away to draw support from the edge of the tub. All strength had ebbed from her tingling beauty, enough to prevent her from fighting him in even the most pathetic of ways, but it was enough to scale that monstrous spire and allow gravity to let her descend once more.

“Ahhhnn!” A simple thrust unleashed all that backed up tension in one spine tingling rush of pure ecstasy. Her back arched and pressed back against him, a head poised against his shoulder, close enough to administer a deep, passionate kiss though those fingers of his were closer. “Mmmph! Mmmf!” She took them in, whimpering happily with these inflamed cells finally receiving much needed attention as they curled and slithered between Gersham’s digits as if to entice them into toying with their newfound partner, sampling every angle her tongue could possibly reach. She would have spun around to taste him if not for the urgency with which her body consumed him time and time again.

Wanton hips ground and gyrated in a quickly intensifying rhythm. They flushed against him even as the aftermaths of release wreaked havoc on her senses. She slowed but kept going, fighting the effects which rendered her every fiber sensitive beyond belief, cumming again within mere moments as one climax chased the one from before.

Only then did Phoebe make an attempt to turn and face him, replacing those digits with lips constantly teasing and mocking her. She really gave it her all, uncaring of how she may be seen. The wait was more than worth it. Every part of her burned, then experienced a temporary reprieve when release struck, only to be inflamed once more as though there was no escaping the sweltering high Gersham forced her to ride out in the first place. Eyes fluttered, all to the resounding symphony of Phoebe’s shameless indulgence, with the once calm waters disturbed by her every needy rise and descent.

As it were, nothing would keep her from simply riding him until she couldn’t move anymore and unless Gersham intervened, Phoebe’s body and mind showed great interest in doing just that. After having gone on for days without this, then being treated to that cruel lust enhancing touch of his, nothing else mattered aside from receiving more and more of his undivided attention.

Water sloshed out of the tub coating the bathroom floor. Allowed to ride him with that urgency there had been no need for him to take command. The quicker she descended the deeper his finger pressed inside her ass. That finger licking her insides while simultaneously using that insidious touch of his on the inside.

More of that touch caressed her tongue as it moved against her or she touched him. It was as if mere contact had been enough wherever and whenever he so desired. Each time she returned her stomach bulged, that firmness always there. He felt her smaller form pressed back against him his fingers falling away only to trail down her torso. Lips replaced those fingers as they dined against her own. His own tongue swept over her own and while he no longer pumped even more aphrodisiac into her Phoebe's altered tongue felt the bliss that awakened in her.

Each orgasm brought temporary relief that was only ignited before the next trailed off keeping her locked in a perpetual cycle. As she slowed he allowed her a few more gyrations before he took both her hips and drew her down all the way keeping her in place.

He groaned out as he throbbed on the verge of filling her. But there was no explosion. Holding her in place upon his lap he let her gyrate against him but hindered her from rising up off him. He took no further action in stopping her. He let her frustration build a little as his lips drew away from her own.

“My turn,” he announced as he brought his hips up then drew her hips down as he pressed into her. Quick and hard he thrust into her a few times then stood up. Hands roamed over her settling on her breasts and pulling her back against him.

Stepping out of the tub he walked over to the bathroom wall carrying her until they were there before setting her back down. Still within her he then began to drive into her forcing her to brace against the wall or be smoshed against it. His hands scaling along her sides with the occasion slap of her ass.

Then he came, a powerful blast that pressed up against those crushing walls. He groaned out in delight. Each second he filled her though his hands kept moving tracing over her curves. While his touch was doing nothing at the moment she was stuck in the aftermath of all his earlier tampering having to endure that endless loop.

Fortunately for her he was still hard though he paused allowing her to catch her breath or push back into him as the case would be. Rather than overwhelming her so soon he drew this out.

Her cries were such a delight as was that tightness that surrounded him. It was unfortunate but he drew out of her after a time only to turn her around so he could marvel at her features. He then picked her up sitting her atop his spire returning to that heavenly hole pressing her back into the wall as he sank all the way inside her.

After a brief time of tasting her tit and teasing the nipple with his tongue he pulled away from her breast. “I intend on fucking you senseless as you asked. But first you may be interested in a little room I uncovered on this ship.”

Especially now with what he did with her receptors flooding them with arousal and pleasure so each place he touched burned with need until he had cut off that ability. Before she could reply he thrust into her once slowly drawing back until his head had been kissing her netherlips. He then sharply returned, stilling to delight in the warmth that surrounded him. Giving her a chance to catch her breath and allowing her the chance to respond.

“Or I could just overwhelm you and give you a little something to look forward to.” He grinned then gave her another thrust for good measure sliding her back against the wall before allowing gravity to take hold. Of course he had a way out of the loop she had been trapped in. The question was whether she wanted instant relief or had been willing to hold off her own satisfaction a little longer. Either way made no difference to him and he had planned on overwhelming her either way the only difference being how quickly he did so.

Surging hips sundered whatever clarity of mind Phoebe could muster. The entire experience had evolved into nothing short of a fever dream, with every sudden advance of the man’s pelvic prowess clouding her very perception of the world around them. Juices flowed from her core as he drove them from those crushing folds, leaving no room for anything but himself. Gersham was all that remained in the here and now, and once he spun the poor young blonde around to regard her grimace of pure, soul numbing delight, he found exactly what he had been looking for all along.

The former contestant shimmering beautifully in the light, her every precious contour accentuated with a gossamer film of sweat though it did nothing to cool her burning flesh in the slightest. Flushed cheeks complimented dull, dreamy eyes, their vacant depths allowing him to stare directly into the farthest recesses of her addled mind. She was practically devoid of coherent thought, yearning for one and the same thing.

Her belly had become swollen with the molten warmth of his release, the bump of his spire still visible from base to tip. What should’ve been a soothing tide of warmth simply escalated what was already there, a high she could never come down from as every waking moment revolved around Phoebe’s insatiable needs.

All he did to her now showed they were far from equals. Her efforts were commendable, but paled in comparison to what he could and would do to the likes of those who denied and teased him for it. She wanted more now, not wait, not when it’d be hell to simply not move and claim that delicious cock time and time again.

“Now, do me now, please ..” She could barely close to the space between them, her every muscle reduced to putty though those sumptuous lips tempted him all the same, smothering and grazing his own, suckling and nibbling in a moment of weakness. Small albeit engorged orbs of flesh heaved between them, her staggered breaths born from fear of being denied when she needed it this much rather than actual fatigue though her body could only endure so much before collapsing. Phoebe drank from his lips, whimpering still, then let herself drift to the side in order to lash her tongue against that ear, whispering sweet melodic pleas.

Her diminishing consciousness reasoned they could always look into that room later, whatever it was, that they had more time before arriving at their destination, that no competition would be necessary for her to crave this man his abilities. She didn’t really think anymore, didn’t care, and became singular in her goals while clinging to him still, aching for both the continuation and end of this erotic nightmare.

The threat of being captured and reclaimed by another Master had long since eluded her senses though Gersham’s scheme had been uncovered at long last. She now realized there never was anything short of absolute certainty to her fall, that she would succumb to those dark urges haunting her day after day. He never had to take her by force, but rather allow time to let her hunger grow until there was no more holding back.

She let him ravage her body and mind until the world around them faded into oblivion, plunging Phoebe straight into an erotic dreamscape where much the same thrills tormented her for hours on end. Unless involuntarily roused from slumber, his companion would be out for a while, waking only to an air of otherworldly relaxation which made her tingle all over with the aftershocks of release still drowning out any discomfort leading up to that point.

Whether it was because he had to obey her to a point or it had been his own choice Gersham would not deny her. He did relocate them picking her meager body up and bringing that solid length fully inside her. His mouth sucked on a tit though he did not thrust away at her. Any relief she got had been from his incidental movement to the adjoining room or her own.

Once back in the bedroom he extracted himself tossing her down on the bed only to follow right after. Laying over her like a blanket he stretched her arms out above her head. His lips locked with her own as he gyrated his hips about her own. Teasing that entrance as he distracted her.

It was a small matter to summon the object from the other room and in short order her had manacled her to the head board. Then he was back inside her, one solid thrust to fill her completely. His hands holding her hips down though she could wriggle and struggle her body was locked in place for the most part.

He treated her like in the tub, however, movements were punished with his absence. The sooner she stilled, the sooner she was rewarded. When he returned he took her with a series of rapid thrusts until she was on the brink of cumming slowing down or halting until she had gathered her wits somewhat then going back at her.

Breasts were groped, licked and squeezed. A finger swirled over her clit. Constantly he brought her close only to ease off. Again and again until she could take no more. The first time she came must have been an accident though after that he kept her on a steady high until she lost consciousness.

Sheets covered her at the waste down. His finger painted around a nipple. Gersham had been considering something in his mind. In the end he had decided to leave her with a parting gift of his insidious touch topping up those arousal levels.

“Pleasant dreams.” He had no gift at manipulating dreams but with that much arousal cascading through her he had a pretty good idea where they were heading, if there were any at all. Exhausted it was tough to say how long she had been out though when she regained consciousness she was manacled to the bed. That aphrodisiac, while not as intense as it was back in the tub was still strong.

Unless she managed to free herself she was going to remain there until Gersham got back or one of the droids discovered her. Perhaps she could call for one too. It hit her that the ship was no longer moving. Their was no familiar hum from the engines though she wasn't in a position to feel the vibrations in the deck of the vessel she had been familiar with ships enough to realize when one was powered up. They weren't drifting from what she could tell though that was a possibility too.

As she processed this she did hear something moving around out in the corridor near her room.

The nefarious incubus dialed up her arousal to the limit when mercy came to the woman’s every pleading cell. She blacked out under a constant stream of near orgasmic bliss he simply wouldn’t allow to reach a certain point, but unconsciousness didn’t spell the end to her perpetual erotic agony.

Somber shades of past encounters manifested themselves in her mind. The amalgamation of nightmarish entities emerged from the darkness, enveloping her in a prison of irredeemable stains left upon the blonde’s crumbling psyche. Walls occupied this once incorporeal void, a pen for the dreamer to graze in and sample the many carnal temptations whose satisfactions were denied to the woman’s flesh in the real world.

There, lounging on a bed of pillows, a serpentine goddess’s slit pupils stare deeply into her own. Shimmering scales saturate one’s consciousness with a vibrant albeit hypnotic blend of colors and sensations, the latter of which appeared all on their own from merely absorbing such a living deity’s irresistible presence. She could not look away, didn’t want to, as every lungful of air she took could only be taken with this gracious specimen’s permission. If only her life could revolve around nothing but Vespira, then her existence would be nothing short of complete.

Servants tend to both their bodies while Phoebe drowned her own thoughts in a mouth and throatful of scaly goodness. The miniscule protrusions scrape her insides in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort in ever changing angles and intensity, her every cell exploding with delight to the point it didn’t even matter whether her throat bulging around that slab of man meat would snap the collar that graced it. Would it even matter? Would Mistress be pleased if she managed to take in that much of her precious cock? All those questions meant nothing in the end. She was in heaven, whimpering into the Gorgonian’s spire as she creamed herself in her pathetic slave attire, all under the lingering gazes and touches of the many servants yearning to be in her place.

She did not recall why she cried out and begged for Vespira not to leave her, to never discard her as though she was some cheap disposable toy when her devotion burned brighter than a raging sun. Fafner’s hand curved around her chin, forcing the young blonde’s focus elsewhere. His skin glistened with moisture, hovering in a pool where she may tend to him, a comforting warmth of soon to be disturbed water while the Voren watched from the edges, an insurmountable wall of bodies keen on claiming and training the lone escapee.

Somewhere in the back, Gorjen’s antennae like eyes were watching, another one whose turn had yet to be taken though Phoebe couldn’t speak anymore. Her words were muffled and consumed by the erupting telepath’s manhood stuffing her lips whole, all while he forced her to remain in place until virtually all air in her lungs had been expended.

Phoebe snapped out of her slumber with hot, quickened breaths pumping some much needed oxygen into her lungs. She tensed, aroused and glistening with sweat, hardened peaks jutting into the cool room’s air as eyes frantically scanned the world around her for any sign of what had just transpired. Her lower body had been covered up, but from the swollen albeit petite mounds to her smooth, athletic belly, nothing had been concealed whatsoever. Gersham’s potent aphrodisiac still flowed through her veins as well. The fever dream had yet to end though it was somewhat bearable considering what it could truly do to her aching flesh. None of that helped with the manacles, however, which kept her confined to bed for the time being.

After a few tentative tugs, forcing these restraints off her seemed out of the question. Wriggling this way and that didn’t do much either. She hoped to feel things out and undo the manacles with her psychic prowess, but it was hard enough to focus with that drug still coursing through her. “Ugh .. This man .. Well, I won’t be making the mistake of trusting you twice.” She bit her lower lip, slumping back into the bed’s comforts with a huff that kicked some of Phoebe’s disheveled fringe out of her face. “Of all things he could've done, I can’t believe he actually shackled me to the bed ..”

At least being out for so long had the benefit of reaching their destination quicker, but was she really out that long? She didn’t expect them to be there already. Maybe he was picking up supplies. They were good for a week, but then again he didn’t sleep or seemed to need much for himself one way or another. Who was he to make a decent estimate for how long they would last?

She was being a bit condescending, sure, but he still tied her up. Those bindings wouldn’t budge which left her with little to do other than wait. “If only I could-“

Something stirred in the corridor, making enough noise for her to pick up on. Another trick of his? One of the droids, maybe? Gersham intended to meet up with Faulk for a chat hence being stuck here while his plan potentially backfired didn’t do much to fill her with confidence. She’d be found sooner or later if that was the case, but the very realization certainly made her heart skip a beat.

Yet it’d be best not to let this opportunity go to waste and listen to those sounds grow more distant, no matter what the outcome would be. “Gersham, is that you?!” Her throat and tongue burned with desire as she called out, aching for attention like the rest of her being, but if no one answered she'd simply try again. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I-I could use some help here!”

Perhaps if that aphrodisiac wasn't in play she might have been able to manage the manacles after a bit. They seemed simple enough, though strong. Picturing the internal mechanism was impossible in that state she found herself in and it was clear that they would not budge.

When she asked her question there had been no response. If it were Gersham he didn't hear. Her next attempt to attract attention appeared to work. Something or someone was coming in her direction giving her about ten seconds to worry that it might have been one of Faulk's agents or maybe even the Voren, they were adamant about finding her.

Soon that worry dissipated as she could clearly hear something metallic. It sounded like a biped and before long the door slid opened. There, standing in the doorway, was the AI she saw earlier. QT inspected her as if determining the nature of her duress, processors landing on the manacles then drifted down to her.

“Ah. Yes. Most humans lack the physical strength to remove those manacles. Where's the key miss?”

There was no key present, not one she could see. Gersham must have had it on him though the droid stood in place and turned taking in the entirety of the room before circling back to her. “No such device is present.” The droid moved closer to her.

It studied the features of her face. Pausing at her side it spoke once more. “You do not look so well. Do you have a fever?” The droid showed that it had not been ordered to guard her as it freed her of one manacle with ease then the other asking her if she needed to go to the medical bay, after all it wasn't programmed with medical knowledge.

The droid would depart though if asked it would point out where food could be found or directions to the med bay if she had forgotten escorting her if she willed it. If asked about Gersham she would find that they had arrived, exactly where the droid did not know for sure. It wasn't told and so it could not be certain if this was a mere stop or if they had arrived where they were going. A trip to the bridge would give her access to the navigational data. For now all she had to go on was the fact that Gersham had been gone for roughly two hours and it had been over twenty-eight since she and the droid saw one another so they could be there.

Had that much time past? In retrospect they had been at it for hours it seemed. She must have been asleep for at least 8, the droid had no records for what they did but assured her that in the future, if she liked, it could record her actions for up to thirty-six before it would need to purge data files to free up space or transfer recorded footage to a data file.

“Gersham has left instructions that you are not to leave the ship.” There was a pause then QT continued. “He, however, is not my Master so you will not be hindered should you seek to leave this vessel.”

The relief of seeing a familiar face only made her realize how tense she had been mere moments prior when her once nervous frame slumped back first into bed again. With the key gone there was the fear of being locked up in here, aroused and aching for attention until Gersham showed, but thankfully there was no need to worry with a droid’s strength freeing her easily enough.

“I’ll be fine. It’s .. not a fever .. but just a bit too difficult to explain to you right now.” She promised to elaborate on the matter once they were underway again. It’d help if they were caught under similar circumstances again though explaining just what was going on to a machine would’ve made her tongue and throat tingle all the more unbearably in the short run.

As the manacles came undone, Phoebe rubbed her wrists with a gentle sigh of relief. They weren’t tightened to the same degree one would expect from a slave owner though tending to where they locked around her arms had been more of a reflex than anything else by now. She sat up, kneeling on the bed with a faint smile and the covers concealing her most delicate wares though she didn’t bother covered her luscious breasts or the rest of her sweat caked upper body from the droid’s presence. “Thank you for freeing me. If you could check up on me in the future and make sure I’m not tied up whenever Gersham and I haven’t been in the same room for about an hour, I’d be most grateful.”

“If you could do me another favor or two ..” While uncertain whether it’d accept commands or requests from her, having a light meal and a new set of clothes prepared for her would’ve been a great help. In addition, making the droid check the navigational data saved time while Phoebe intended on heading to the bathroom first and foremost. She burned with untended cravings all over, but the scent of last night’s passion lingered even more powerfully across her being and the disheveled mess of a bed. “Report back to me here in ten- Ah, make that fifteen minutes.”

Soon enough, the two of them parted ways. A well deserved shower cascaded over her similar to an endless stream of fingertips, washing away hours of fresh and dried up taint thanks to being denied over and over again. Not one drop of hot steamy goodess pouring down on her matched whatever cursed heat pulsed through her veins even now. The aphrodisiac elevated her body’s needs to a near maddening simmer. Speaking to the android cutie outside escalated them to a boil. At the same time, being forced to suffer her current companion’s absence did absolutely nothing to soothe her senses.

If Gersham were here, he could alleviate the very desires he’d most likely caused himself though deep down Phoebe hoped he’d take his time soothing these urges. How much it pained her to think he’d drive her to the edge of her sanity as he had once before, but in much the same way it thrilled her, to think he’d plunge her into that same erotic agony, ruling over her with an iron fist. She gave up thinking her body wasn’t addicted to similar carnal pleasures long ago.

Last night could barely compare to anything, but in a good way. She had numerous admirers, many of which wanted more than a drink or song dedicated to them on stage. They knew what a woman wanted, what she needed, and even more so they knew what they craved themselves, but no one played her nor made her sing as well as Gersham did. She reveled in those memories, if only due to that potent lust and ecstasy inducing touch, and finally succumbed to letting out the wealth of moans that welled up deep inside her aching throat.

Some of that inhuman tension bled away when Phoebe reclined against the shower wall, shuddering from head to toe with hot, panted breaths which heaved even more needy teats with an emphasis on her darkest desires. Juices rolled off her thighs and fingers, cleansed within mere moments. Her cheeks were painted crimson, something no hot shower could wash away, but there was no shame in giving in either. Maybe it was intended, maybe not. Maybe Gersham planned on tending to her bound form when he returned. In any case, one release did little more than take off the edge.

She didn’t want to burn through all of it just yet. One would be enough for now though making her way out of the shower presented her with a room far colder than the blistering heat of passion that shot through her mere minutes before.

With a semblance of clarity restored to her thoughts, it had become all the more apparent Gersham had been gone for more than two hours by now. Whether it took him that long to locate Faulk personally or he had other reasons to stay way, it seemed unlike him to waste much time in the grand scheme of things. If QT hadn’t looked into everything Phoebe had asked of the droid, doing so herself would be up next though she wanted to have a look around the outside as well.

Where they were docked on the planet or station, if they were docked at all, whether there had been any security around, these were all bits and pieces of information she could use if they had to leave in a hurry or, God forbid, Phoebe had to actually come out and look for Gersham herself. If there were no windows relaying anything useful, opening the cargo bay for a moment couldn’t hurt. Technically, having a look wouldn’t be the same as leaving the ship. It was better than being confined to the ship without any clue as to what was going on outside, after all.

Scanning the droid with a fleeting look after having devoured some food and slipping into appropriate clothing, Phoebe gave a final perspective and what would come next. “I want to have a quick look outside. Stay in the cockpit for me, QT. If Gersham’s managed to leave an open com channel like he suggested, I want you to tune in and record his conversation with Faulk for now .. If any problems arise, I need you to contact me through the intercom asap.”

Most droids were easy to fool, even those with enhanced AI were easy to lie to. Even sophisticated models that were made to interact with people often failed to pick up on little cues that would have been easy to follow for most organics. They were rarely programmed with deception in mind and when faced with deception they often took it as fact as long as it didn't contradict prior experiences and knowledge. So QT accepted her response.

Of course she had not been it's Master either. Unknown to QT was the fact that it's Master had perished but that was beyond the point right now. When faced with that information it would follow the laws of whatever system it had been in, typically being passed along to the next of kin or auctioned off if there had been none. Of course it could be stolen and reprogrammed too, QT simply followed the narrative that Gersham painted, the ship was borrowed and while their had been no evidence to support that neither had the droid thought of it all that much.

It did attempt to contact it's Master but for some reason had been unable to get through. Now if the ship was being stolen why wouldn't Gersham attempt to reprogram it? Organics didn't always make sense but lacking contrary information it went about it's usual duties and obeyed the two organics onboard because they were guests as far as it had realized.

After having a meal prepared and bringing Phoebe some over sized clothes as the only material it could find had belonged to Master. There was no means onboard with resizing clothing, so it was what it was though the attire had been spacer attire.

Oblivious to what Phoebe was going through QT left her again this time to the cockpit. From what it told her about her location they had been in a small system, no habitable planets but close enough to spacelanes. They were in an asteroid field that once belonged to the third planet in the system. Whatever catastrophe resulted in the mess occurred millions, perhaps billions of years ago.

Opening up the cargo doors revealed that she was in a hanger of some sort. Craning her head around the ramp showed space itself. Some sort of shield separated the hanger from space. There were a few other vessels present. A few other freighters and two fighters that were being repaired.

She could see an assortment of aliens present, some glanced her way. Some allowed their gaze to linger on her for a long moment. Others had not seen her nor paid her much attention. The smaller, insectoid aliens seemed to be techs working on the pair of fighters. The larger saurians worked security. She recognized them as the same sort that made up Faulk's crew. There were two groups, one that guarded one of the freighters while another appeared to be guarding her own.

Saurians glanced at her but took no action. These were the ones that regarded her longer. The others were too busy with their own projects to care. No one made a move towards her and while it was tough to tell them apart if any had been on Faulk's ship none of them had crossed her path or remembered her. Even if all humans looked alike to them her small stature might set her apart well enough to get others to distinguish her.

They appeared to check her visually for weapons. She got the impression that one or two of them allowed their gazes to linger longer than they should have.

The ramp faced a sealed metallic door that had been in the process of opening. Two more of the large Saurians entered the hanger. At first she had not seen Gersham between the two, one leading and one trailing behind. They escorted him to the ship and he regarded her for a moment before boarding.

Once the ramp had been up he caressed her cheek with the back of two knuckles, took her by the hand and lead her away to the bedroom. Once there he had summoned a box setting it upon the bed. It was certainly easier than carrying it all over the place when he could leave it nearby and call it to him when he needed it.

“That was a bit foolish. But you did not leave the ship,” he sighed then directed her attention to the box. “Clothes, I managed to get a flight suit. Some of the attire stripped from women before they were enslaved along with several outfits after the fact. You never know what will come up.

“There's a blaster in there too with a charge pack. Your doctor isn't here but I know where he is. He's on Falcrest's ship.” He let that sink in before holding up a finger when she moved to speak.

“And I know where they will be.” Here he grinned as if pleased with himself.

Chaos left little room for observation. She ran when the chance presented itself though being the trigger herself it seemed best to sow disorder when every mercenary involved concluded business as usual and wouldn’t expect anything to happen. Gorjen had been struck, but whether he lived or died as a result eluded her senses even now. Part of her hoped he hadn’t perished for what time they spent together, he never treated her poorly despite having purchased her for a time. If escape was never an option in the first place, Phoebe may have admitted staying with him would’ve been the best she could hope for in life.

All that didn’t matter in the here and now. His droid would take care of a few things while she had a look around though in hindsight it didn’t turn out to be the best idea. Saurians were responsible for her near demise in her early days of captivity which certainly helped temper some of the most intense desires radiating from her core as they took her in, and the blonde’s face couldn’t hide a certain degree of reservation at the sight. She realized the tension shooting through her body only when their gazes no longer lingered, making her swallow hard while being quite relieved they were too concerned with matters of their own to make a move.

Thankfully, Gersham didn’t leave her waiting for long. She made room for him with a step to the side and nearly let loose an enticed gasp when he brought a gentle caress to visibly flushed cheeks, but no rush of the same inhuman wants and needs came to meet the woman’s expectations. As he took her by the hand and escorted the arousal filled pilot to where they spent the night before, she could practically hear her heart pound within her aching, blood engorged breasts. Every breath brought more blessed friction to throbbing hot teats as they ground against her top, an electric spark of perpetual torment which lashed at her flesh nearly every waking moment.

“Sorry,” She damn near caught herself purring the word with bedroom eyes before the summoned box shook her out of that pleasant reverie. The shame of it, clinging to him until the last moment, barely fighting the urge to press close as they walked, even drowning out why they were here in the first place for a moment, was almost enough to make her regret holding back earlier. Almost.

Whatever unfortunate souls her new clothes came from, they would be sufficient under the circumstances. Gersham delivering a blaster straight to her caught Phoebe off guard for a moment, but just long enough for her to register what he said next.

Something other than desire bubbled up inside her at the mere mention of Falcrest’s name. That bitch. She tossed Phoebe and Viryon to Faulk and his men, who in turn sold them off after running her through the trials his own libido presented. The former agent hadn’t seen Kurgan once in all that time. There was much to repay, enough to make her knuckles whiten as they clenched into fists, her burning fury tempered only by equally vehement sensations of a far more enjoyable pastime.

However, Gersham knew where Kurgan was, and presumably where they would find Falcrest as well. “Where?” He certainly had every right to be pleased with himself though before he knew it Phoebe’s touch trailed across his cheeks, the wide eyed blonde yearning for answers. “When?”

“No need for apologies.” Gersham brushed it away, her response had been typical. Given how he had left her he knew that there was still the effects of his touch upon her. Gersham made no move to enhance them nor did he dispel them. As for not leaving the ship she hadn't done so so he had guessed she followed instructions well enough, not that he had left her with any. Actually he figured he would find her where he left her thinking that she would still be unconscious by the time he returned.

The spoils delivered to her Gersham let her inspect the fully charged blaster. It packed a punch but lacked the range of the practice rifles they used. Damage tapered off at distances over 10 meters but most things within that would drop at a single shot. Even Faulk she supposed. However, the blaster had been limited to half a dozen shots before the power pack needed to be replaced. There was just one power pack, plus the one already in the weapon.

“Close. I will not say where, pirate secrecy and all. But can tell you when. Two days.” He took her hand from his check loosely holding it by the wrist. He sucked on her ring and middle fingers, his tongue sweeping over those digits.

In return he reached out to her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “There is a little complication I heard of. A Voren is hunting you. They can be notorious hunters. In fact he knows that you are on the ship. How I cannot say. Normally ditching the ship would be my first priority but we don't have the time to waste if we're going to meet up with your doctor.

“Well, if we miss the opportunity it could set us back weeks if not months. Lots can happen in that time. Basic plan is to infiltrate her vessel and extract your doctor. Given a ship of their size Falcrest wouldn't have to stop to resupply for a while and the only real chance to infiltrate their ship is either during them attacking another vessel or being the one attacked. I'm assuming you would wish to avoid the later.”

Gersham didn't seem to concerned about the Voren. He may have had a plan for it, or may have had other things in mind. Yep, other things, as he walked against her backing her up to a wall. The back of his knuckles stroking down her cheek, then neck this time feeling warmer than usual as a tiny bit of that infusion entered through her pores.

“By the time I return we will be on our way. I expect that you will be naked by then. Unless ...” He trailed off leaving things opened. Unless she didn't want to, unless she went to the bridge with him, Gersham did not say as he prepared to depart so as not to delay any longer than necessary.

As with many matters in the recent past, knowing a Voren had been hunting her down was a rather bittersweet revelation when her current partner enticed the senses the way he did. She let his tongue probe her digits, hoping it’d only be a prelude to something more while her free hand cupped his cheek and stroked it with a thumb. “Fine. You can keep your secrets just this once.” What were two more days aboard the ship with a man of his capabilities by her side?

The Voren shouldn’t be too much trouble in the short run. They were still on the move, armed, and Gersham could probably deal with him on his own under ideal circumstances. Shadow bolts, teleportation, there may have been far more talents of his than even she had been aware of though the hunter could have quite a few tricks up his sleeve as well. However, he had to catch up first. If all went well, he might not even be a problem until they had safely extracted Kurgan from Falcrest’s ship.

She didn’t have much time to ponder the issue when her much smaller frame had been backed up against a wall. Phoebe didn’t even fight it. A gasp had been let loose, all while her heart beat began to quicken with anticipation. Silken digits descended along his handsomely sculpted frame until they came to rest at his waist, slowly working their way back up to the man’s chest as his touch infused her with a light dose of that familiar warmth.

Something about QT being on the bridge escaped her lips, that she sent him there and he shouldn’t be surprised, but the exact words were but an echo in the back of her mind compared to the proposition at hand. As he departed, her flesh ached and tingled all over. She made no mention of the manacles or why he tied her up in the first place. It all seemed meaningless when offered more of what put her in that position in the first place. Her very clothes felt snug, then too tight, too hot for comfort in a matter of moments. Yes, all the other things could wait.

Initially, Phoebe didn’t mean to be much of a pet despite being treated as such. Was it dangerous to act the part regardless? She had the word that could potentially keep him at bay from Aegir himself, but never used it. There was no need, for even the worst he did may have been nothing short of erotic agony, but inhumanly thrilling all the same. Would it get worse the more she surrendered herself or did she simply think too deeply into it?

When Gersham finally returned, nothing but erotic tension filled the air around his personal flight companion. As he entered, he’d first discover neatly folded and stacked clothes at the foot of the bed. Slightly further up, an eager albeit kneeling specimen had been smiling at him from the bed with a hopeful glint in the young blonde’s eyes. Arms pressed to each side of her petite bosom, hands settled right before her lap where they would hide her quivering flower from the naked eye.

The combination of lust, excitement and shame alike brought an endearing blush to her cheeks. Lips parted slightly, allowing cool air to escalate the tingling waves of bliss rippling across her tongue and throat with each deliberately taken breath. She made no secret of her desire for more. Her chest heaved with anticipation, brandishing twin teats of full hardness. She craved attention as each peak throbbed adamantly, urging either one of them to take action though Phoebe knew it wouldn’t be her privilege to seize something only he could offer. The rampant wildfires between her milky thighs were a mere reminder of what he left her with, and what else he could do over the course of their remaining travels.

Would he deny her again? Torment her on the edge of relief until she could no longer handle it and black out? Or would he take action in more ways than one, wearing her out in other ways? She dimly recalled a little room he claimed to have uncovered on the ship. Whatever his intentions were, obeying him had yielded unfathomable bliss thus far and like any hopeless addict she didn’t plan on stopping.

“Good girl,” he commended her upon his return. Eyes slowly traveled up her nude kneeling form before approaching her. Standing before her he bent down, a hand settling on her shoulder as he suckled one of her petite breasts.

That touch swept over her shoulder grazing her neck then back again all while infusing tiny sparks of arousal. When he drew away from that breast leaving it's twin jealous he conjured a collar and leash in his hand straight from the other room. The collar was a simple black one with silver studs on the outside of it.

He put the collar one her then clipped the leash to it. “Come,” he commanded her off of the bed. Whether on all fours or standing didn't seem to matter to him as he lead her through the ship to the room he had mentioned. Standing aside he gave her ass a playful slap as the door opened encouraging her to enter.

As she did lights came to life as they sensed movement. At the far side of the room had been a series of four cages each small but large enough to contain a humanoid captive. There were several shelves lining each wall. Some contained crude torture implements while others held sex toys, some unrecognizable and alien while others had uses that weren't to hard to imagine.

Hanging from the center of the room were two pairs of manacles space far enough apart where two people could look across at one another. Gersham lead her over to one pair, unclipped her leash then tucked his fingers beneath her chin encouraging her to stand.

Once he had her shackled he traced his hands along her chest. Index fingers swirled over her nipples as that insidious touch leaked out into her. Gersham watched her features for a bit before that touch bled away from her as that drug took effect. Once it had his gaze flung towards one of the shelves present.

“I'm sure you are familiar with most of these things. Perhaps you'll be acquainted with more by the time we finish.” He rounded her body, hands settling on her shoulders massaging them before they moved lower down her back.

When coming to her ass he gave it another slap, harder than last time but not much harder. Dropping to his knees he spread her ass cheeks apart. His touch warm as he emitted more of that drug into her though he had ignored it's effects for now. His tongue crept along her anus teasing it as he continued to hold her spread open as that saliva teased against her skin. The tip of his tongue moved to tickle over that rear entrance before going back to those teasing licks.

He built upon the drugs and desire though he refused to move at a quicker pace even stopping and pulling away if she dared move. He would give her ass a little swat then begin again. Eventually she would learn or drag out her own torture. Finally the tip of his tongue pressed inside her back door licking and dancing against her, pausing then advancing a little more only to wriggle and lick her more.

Once inside her his hands flowed over her ass cheeks and back of her legs before vanishing from her once more. Without needing to leave her he summoned an object straight off the shelf using the egg shaped vibrator to dance along the slit of her body using her own lubricant to get it nice and wet before tucking it inside her. It being attached to a remote by a cord he turned it on at it's lowest setting before getting back to work.

In times past, both collar and leash were often abhorred, but not without exceptions to the rule. She allowed for her current freedom to be stripped away for one such occasion, filling the role her would be captor desired. The leash wouldn’t be tense when he led her on, not even once, and while crawling may have been more submissive Phoebe ached to reach their destination as quickly as possible. She had to strike a balance. A proper pet wouldn’t keep their owner waiting, less so in their own lust fueled struggle for perfection. In the end, however, her journey continued on all fours upon easing off the bed, arching her back for his viewing pleasure if he cared to look back along the way.

The once unknown chamber and its many treasures had been revealed though Phoebe had been far from taken aback. With Gersham, pain became pleasure once before. Whether he’d always be that merciful, she wouldn’t know. Still, the simple thought of having any instruments of torture used on her didn’t make Phoebe hesitate one bit. She knew what her body wanted, what it needed. The more he infused her with that cruelly arousing touch, the greater such knowledge became.

Shackled well and truly beyond any form of salvation, he took every opportunity to stir the flames that were lapping up against her from within and without. Within a matter of minutes, Phoebe stood on her toes as they curled beneath her, revealing a smooth back as she jolted this way and that, rattling chains indicative of each shockwave shooting through the young blonde time and time again. A tingle shot up her spine, then another, and another. The ensuing flurry of carnal blows elicited sounds of shock and pleasure alike from deliciously moaning lips, bringing molten hot air to the tingling cells throughout.

It was a rare thing, to taste something new when few men and women cared to do something similar, Phoebe herself included. She was melting from the neck down, suffocated by a tide of foreign stimulus as he meandered his way into her body and tenderized the woman’s plush rear cheeks for even the faintest lack of discipline.

She had been trained well, but still had more to learn. That drug urged her to move, to demand more than he gave. She dreamed of a full course meal when he fed her tiny morsels at best. By the time his movements continued unhindered, her backside stung from abuse and carried the crimson imprint of his hand. Yet warm saliva covered insides clenched excitedly around the invading muscle all the same, almost crushing it amidst the slow, perpetual boil Gersham subjected her every fiber to.

What should’ve been relief only added more fuel to the fire when he introduced another toy to the equation. He didn’t need to round her to know she was dripping wet. Trails of glistening shame caked those shapely thighs, with more nearly running down his hand as he sheltered the infernally humming egg in a more than homely embrace of molten lava like heat.

She gripped it hard, whimpering lewdly despite the low setting for her torture had been maddening to the point a mere caress brought with it a blend of pain and pleasure born from desperation and denial. Hot blood pulsed through her budding pearl, with more rendering those heaving teats rock hard. The collar clad vixen yearned for true attention, but would endure despite pleading for more, her every cell screaming for release considering the last time he let her needs back up for hours on end, with only fatigue fueled unconsciousness allowing a bit of an escape from the erotic purgatory her sessions with Gersham quickly became.