She danced for her audience of one. It was difficult to tell if she was performing well or not. He was of a different species and while in the past she had to deal with all sorts of aliens he did not provide any of those human tells.

Yes, humans had a certain almost universal appeal to the vast majority of the species in this universe. Yes, his eyes watched her gyrate and sway but he was evaluating her after all. She was unable to notice any sort of arousal.

In her heightened sexual state she noted that he was big. Perhaps it was just that or he was sporting an erection from the very start. His eyes met her own as she voiced her question.

“You're passable. However, Raleigh's girls need to be exceptional. He holds them to a certain quality. Until you improve you will not be serving the clients.” He approached the stage getting on it. A large hand gripping the back of her head, he leaned down staring into her eyes from inches away.

Then he pulled back. “You seem disappointed by that revelation. Or are you just flustered?” Evidently he had a good enough read of the situation to see what she was going through. Whether or not he would care was another matter. He simply observed her, waiting for an answer perhaps though he did not wait for long.

He walked forward as if intending to walk through her until the dancing pole was at her back preventing her from backing up any farther. Those large hands grabbed her hips lifting her up to his shoulders where he slung her legs over them.

“Now let's see how you fare elsewhere,” a hand drew aside her panties and his head vanished beneath her skirt. That long tongue, larger than most human males, flicked against her excited slit. It moved around it, wiggled over her clit and slid along that slit all without entering her further teasing her heightened body.

How long this continued happened to be up to her. Ceasing if she began moving against him in some fashion as he was quite content in allowing her to suffer out her need another night, not even sure why she was so flustered but that was not his concern. His was making sure that all the new girls were brought up to speed before they served the clients. There was a certain level of expertise that the clients expected.

However, if she managed to hold on then he just might see to that state after he determined how skilled she was in other areas. For now he feasted finding that she was wetter than most of the other first timers he dealt with at the club.

Outside she could still hear the music playing as well as the occasional moan some of which were coming from the other side of the wall from one of the private rooms she guessed.

Had she managed to endure it that tongue would indeed creep into her at a steady rate that never hit the same angle twice, not until he had figured out which ones produced the most effect and began targeting those.

Not good enough, that’s what it boiled down to. A tough statement to swallow, certainly, due to her dealings with previous owners who had their very own ideas on how to correct their pets and make them useful for something. She had trouble hiding a reaction, unlike him. It only got worse when he got on the stage, causing her to freeze in place.

Nothing could deny the power in the hand that grasped the back of her head. Surely, he’d have no trouble crushing it. However, she wasn’t worried about that, not even when he leaned down to stare into her eyes. As close as he was, he could actually feel his breath wash out against her delightfully youth blessed features, only to make her realize she had been watching him with bated breath ever since he began moving. No, this one would not damage her, not when he had a metaphorical leash of Raleigh’s around his own neck, but there were always other ways to inflict harm.

A question was being posed and the agent winced lightly at that. Slight trickles of the girl’s juices tainted her tingling thighs. Her teats were erect, jutting out from hiding as if her garments weren’t revealing enough already. It hurt to think about it though somehow, her addled mind came up with a response though there was still hesitation considering how much of a man he truly was. She was a little girl compared to the lumbering hulk of masculinity standing before her. „I’m just disappointed in myself for not living up to his standards, Master.“

Serving with utmost diligence was something she could do. Improvements had to be made and while the nature of her feelings on the matter were a bit different, they could still be useful as there was no point hiding them now that he called her out on them. An expression spoke volumes, a well practiced lie playing into his assumptions would not. „As it stands, I’m not good enough to serve clients. You said it yourself. I’m passable, nothing more. That is shameful. I cannot serve him like I should .. but .. If Master Raleigh requires his girls to be exceptional, I will do anything in my power to please him by becoming just that.“

A lone gasp escaped her lungs when he moved forward, then another with the pole up against her back. Without prior experience dealing with him, Phoebe proved uncertain as to what response would be appropriate. She did not fight him though, not when it became obvious what he needed her to do next.

„Nnnghh!“ Lifted up and spread apart, these luscious thighs trembled before his very eyes. What was once a pair of panties in their midst had been utterly soaked with her shame. All this time, aching for attention, and now the feast would begin.

What would the others think if they could see her now? How was she ever going to get them back or back to them at all? And whatever was being done to them, could she even look into their faces? The blame was on her for falsely assuming the woman they saved wouldn’t ambush them aboard their ship. She showed kindness, and they paid the price. Would they even want her back? She used to be worth something to them, at least. A friend. A companion. A lover and ally.

And what an ally she was to both of them. Now, she was another alien’s plaything, much like Viryon whereas Kurgan served his purpose elsewhere. Nothing could ease the pain of their loss, or being forced to relive her nightmares in the flesh, right then and there.

„Nnnuhhnn .. Ahhhnn .. Auuughh!“ A more shameful woman couldn’t exist. She was hopeless, moaning and squealing at the hands of such a vile specimen, all the sounds ringing in her ears to the lewd squelch of moist velvety flesh constricting about the alien’s tongue in delight and desperation alike. But, was it truly her fault? She had no choice in the matter. It was either this, torture or worse. Right then and there, Phoebe couldn’t cope with the thought of going through the latter ever again.

However, her body would’ve betrayed any shred of resistance her mind could’ve hoped to muster. Her captor knew how to make a woman feel vulnerable in their femininity and enjoy it beyond belief. Searing hot bliss lapped up against her insides and all her body could do was embrace every moment of it. She tightened around that tongue, deliberate and yet irregular in her actions. Every twist, every curl of that agile muscle set her off in their own little ways. An avalanche of electric jolts shot through the shapely blonde’s loins, throwing her focus off more times than she dared to count. If nothing else, her continuous neglect over these past few days allowed for slightly greater tolerance when he thrust her ever closer to face the inevitable.

Phoebe’s heart pounded within her chest, the thunderous beat pervading the poor woman’s skull as the pressure became unbearable. Sensuous sounds from other private rooms were no longer a concern. They drowned amidst her own, and the more that creature toyed with her the more those glistening, fluttering eyes were glazed over. She not only wanted it, but needed release. It hurt to resist at this point. It physically hurt not to cum.

Old lessons conditioned the petite pilot not to cum without permission. The threat of punishment was always there, and there was no telling whether the Master or Mistress wanted her to lose control, to succumb to her urges without command, or be scolded for being enough of a failure to fail such a simple task. Such lectures helped to endure, but not for long.

Above all else, her lungs wished to exhale in one long, drawn out cry of ecstasy, hitting the same high pitch as the rest of her shuddering form exhibited in beads of sweat and ever spasming patches of nerves. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth as tears amassed in her glassy eyes from the sheer wealth of restraint required to last even a moment longer. His tongue’s every molten jab at her most sensitive folds was nothing short of maddening while her own aching tongue burned with sweltering heat, and her every breath only made it worse.

She did not know how long her quivering insides managed to endure, but ultimately Phoebe failed him if he did not stop or trap her on that blessed high. As her head shot up to the ceiling to unleash all her backed up frustration in one powerful scream, the crushing tightness of her depths enveloped the squirming length of flesh inside. Sweet nectar pooled around the writhing mass, as did the intense heat radiating from her tormented being. In light of her performance, worshipping his tongue as though it was the Master’s cock, a Master who never tended to her personally yet a subject of her worship all the same, one had to hope it’d suffice. She hoped it did. She could think of little else while her small hands clutched the Hel’Corian’s head, her peachy thighs squeezing the being in their midst as her every cell seemed to violently contract and relax.

She didn't attempt to contradict him which seemed good. At least he did not seek to correct her. Yet he did not let up on her feasting with that tongue, pressing her onward and tempting her to move on her own accord but Phoebe never did, not unless you counted those crushing muscles of her passage and clearly the Hel'Corian did not.

Neither had he given the command for her to cum nor did he stop when she had letting that supple tongue continue it's work. For minutes longer he feasted on her before his head drew away from her, her grip upon his head too feeble even if she attempt to keep him there.

Unhitching on leg then the other he stepped back so that gravity would take her down that pole, a hand on her hip guided her so she did not descend too fast. He studied her at this close range, a hand moving up to rest on one of her smaller breasts giving it a squeeze as if he were checking the ripeness of a melon.

“Loose the cloths,” the command was given. The attire was not ripped off her, property of Raleigh's most likely prevented this or not.

Soon she found herself being spun around and inspected. Spun around once more she faced him.

“You were attempting to hold back. There is no need for that here. As long as you can endure your release and ensure that your partner is satisfied in the end then there is no shame in enjoying yourself. Many of the clients actually prefer bringing pleasure to you slaves.”

Now he was free to make direct contact with her breast, his thumb caressing her nipple while his other hand worked lower between her thighs stroking at her sex.

His pace was drawn out and slow though in due time a pair of those large digits sank into her . They pressed in, those fingers opening up into a V then closing once again. Those fingers gave her a few sharp thrusts that lifted her up off her feet but the bulk of his administrations were slow and deliberate. Already having learned those areas that set her off the majority of his attention had been focused there.

When he had finished with her he present those soaked digits to her lips for cleaning.

“Now on your knees facing away from me.” He waited for her to comply before blinding her with a piece of black cloth. A hand grasping her hip poising her ass upward while the other hand smacked her ass cheek.

“Tell me what you desire slave.” Another smack follow the first heavier then the first turning the region pink and stinging her in the process.

Short and lacking in the chest department, few would’ve expected much practiced bravado when it came to sliding out of her garments which peeled off her shapely stature with surprising ease. A sultry look accompanied the heavenly sway of her hips, the latter of which seemed to render the once tense slave outfit unable to remain on her wondrous contours. What emerged was every telltale sign of desire for the petite blonde proved to be nothing short of a perky peach, ripe for the picking.

Puffy folds dripped with glee when he speared into her aching flesh. Such a large set of digits nearly felt as though they spread her out to capacity. It was difficult to say where they hit and when as her every quivering fold was left tingling from the relentless onslaught of his tongue, but Phoebe could not deny how much she’d longed for a chance to savor these carnal pleasantries again.

She found herself drooling by the time those digits were presented to trembling lips. Warm saliva engulfed them, as did the captivating warmth of her mouth in deliberately slow, deep sucks that were strong enough to make her flushed cheeks turn concave. Phoebe’s delicate hands held them lightly, eyes locked on his to ensure she performed well while relaying her beaming desire for this man’s every whim.

Soon, her eyesight faded with the blindfold he’d fastened around her head. Some claim being stripped of one sense enhanced the others. She wouldn’t know. The experience couldn’t have been more intense given how on edge her every cell had been this entire time. Aside from neglection, everything was pure heaven to the former agent’s boiling blood.

„Kya!“ On her knees, the succulent round peach of her ass hoisted in the air, not even Phoebe’s keen hearing suspected he’d deliver a blow with his hand instead of claiming her outright. The sound echoed, as did her shout, to the rippling movements that blemished her luscious derriere momentarily. She had anticipated his advances with bated breath before, her insides tingling as molten warmth pulsed through them at the slightest prospect of being truly filled for the first time in a long while, but when he smacked her rump instead it came as a real surprise.

Another blow, another stinging sensation. Phoebe winced away from the impact, her small engorged globes swaying deliciously beneath her shuddering stature as hot blood pulsed through heated teats. The cooler air kissed them, lavishing her nipples with attention as her very core seemed to be burning up again. She was no masochist, but it began to grow on her. The dominance of a stronger partner, her own sheepish submission, even the wolf inspired these sensations within her being and yet there was no denying how much more powerful the Hel’Corian was in the here and now.

As for the response he himself craved, there were many things Phoebe could only dream of, but these were out of the question. To serve Raleigh well, to improve, that was to be desired, but far from suitable for the situation she and the man were currently in. Whether it’d be the desired response was another matter entirely, but none of her concern. She played it by feel, and everything that led up to this point.

„You, Master.“ The corners of her lips creased into a smile though Phoebe faced away from him, uncaring whether he’d see it or not. A long shift without serving customers sexually, then being tormented by having to dance and endure, to cum and still crave more, there was only one thing she could think of that’d be satisfactory. „Let me serve you.“

The cool air tickled over her naked body, her sense of sight cut off while the hulking alien remained behind her. A pair of fingers pressed against her lower spine rubbing along it as they climbed up it. The way she was positioned though those fingers flowed down her body then drew back and climbed up it.

“Is that so?” the Hel'Corian spoke, his tone either questioning her or confirming her answer to his question. In any case he had not moved to immediately take her. Those fingers continued to creep along her spine leaving her to wonder just what he had in mind.

Was he thinking?

His other hand reached down first to run his fingers and palm against the curve of her small breast then slide back along the flank only to disappear between her legs rubbing a large finger against her clit, circling it.

“Your such a small thing. I don't know if you could handle it. Are you sure that's what you want?” He asked but he already knew the answer from her flustered state. Maybe one of the clients dosed her with an aphrodisiac. There were some that used such things after all. In any case that was not all that important. He could recognize need and desire within humans now, he had been at this job long enough.

Getting the girls conditioned to the point that they sought attention from the clients was often the biggest challenge. It seemed that this one would be easier to work with, unless she had been drugged of course but future encounters would allow him to determine if she was submissive or had been drugged.

In his line of work he had come across many types. The small ones were a rarity but he had seen them before. Many clients had different tastes and while most enjoyed the larger women with more cleavage there were some that particularly liked smaller girls. There was a market for them.

She would hear the telltale sign of the unzipping of his pants once those fingers on her spine retreated. What came next was a bit more of his teasing as she felt the tip of that root against her sex. So thick and big judging from what she witnessed earlier.

It pressed against her but always failed in entering her, rubbing up against her entrance time and time again.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked again pausing long enough to hear her answer not that it had mattered at that stage as soon that member stretched her out sinking straight into her. There he held himself deep inside her for a few seconds then pushed even more of himself inside her holding himself there again for a few more seconds. Then deeper still when she thought that she had contained all of him. He remained inside her, that hot scaly mass rested inside her vessel being soaked by her and gauging her reaction at the same time.

„Yes, Master.“ A confident response, veiled in greater temptation each and every time. She beckoned him to seize that opportunity with genuine want pervading her every cooed response, as if she was injecting sweet verbal aphrodisiac into his very mind. Slick with her shame, the woman’s wanton anticipation drenched him in desire with his every teasing rub. The anticipation was maddening, but the young blonde would not give in to her lust. She wanted it, needed it, and could hope for no more majestic guardian to sample her wares in the privacy of their booth, but he had to be the one to claim her first.

One could barely fathom how tight the small thing before him truly was. Soaking in her loving warmth, the very slit of her body seemed to quiver and contract, longing for him to the point he could’ve sworn these damp folds were attempting to suck him in deep. Yet she did not shudder out of fear, but due to her increasing levels of neglection that escalated the fires burning at her core until they burned brighter than the raging sun.

Heaven, that’s what that massive scaled phallus became in one mind numbing descent that could last forever without losing a shred of its potency. She tensed, groaning in a blend of discomfort and pleasure when he first spread her out. She battled the urge to cum right then and there. Nails dug into the stage below, scratching along the surface beneath the erotic tension that rippled throughout her being. A long, glistening thread of saliva rolled off her tongue as it lolled from gaping lips, spilling to the floor when he pushed in deeper, then deeper still. She never needed to look down to perceive of the large, intimidating bulge that lined her stomach, perfectly indicating how much of her had been claimed with his final push. Not that the blindfold allowed it, but it didn’t matter. She hadn’t felt this full in a long time.

For a moment, the petite creature couldn’t even muster a single coherent thought. That marvelous trunk filled her to capacity. She doubted her trembling folds devoured all of it, but it was enough to stuff her completely. Scales spread her out wide and scraped these stretched inner muscles, manipulating patches of nerves few could ever hope to lavish with attention. She did not doubt there wasn’t a single spot he’d be unable to explore, and she looked forward to experiencing even more.

All the while, the grip of her wanton flesh encased him in the blonde’s crushing embrace. Skill, not mere girth on his part, squeezed his every excitement burdened inch as though they were long lost lovers. She lived for this moment. His fingers could not compare. Kurgan could not. Not even her previous guard would be a match.

So much denial and now this. If not for how much of a reward he offered in the here and now, she’d have begged him to service that scaly tower with everything she had.

„Ahhn .. hah .. Do .. Do I have your permission?“ Hot, panted lungfuls of air first filled, then escaped her lungs. She was gasping for breath, having been unable to draw any when he descended and seemed to force it out of her small frame. Her insides constricted about him in worship of this magnificent gift, aching for more.

The Hel’Corian wouldn’t need much to catch on. In spite of her position, she could still try to move and would’ve done just that if he permitted it. She didn’t care whether he took charge or allowed her to try and impress him a little more. All that mattered was their mutual satisfaction and how much her longing flesh could hope to gain from giving it her all in return.

At first he mistook what she was asking since he made it clear that she did not require permission to cum. His dick, as large as it was, felt her body tightly encaging his own. With his size it was doubtful that anyone wouldn't be tight around him.

But he noted that she did not move at all. “Permission granted.” A hand rubbed her rump scales feeling smooth in one direction while rougher in the reverse direction as it scrapped against her skin yet did not leave a mark.

He was going to see what she was made of. The slaves her did not have to ask permission for these sorts of things taking the initiative in such pairings unless the client forbade it. There were some that enjoyed being in charge but many more wanted that special touch brought on by Raleigh's girls that made their clients feel wanted.

He would tell her later while that hand roomed about her ass cheek the other snaking around her side flowing over a breast and touching the nipple pinching it between thumb and fore finger, rolling it between the digits as she went to work sliding against him.

For now he allowed her to dictate the pace and do all the work though his hand would soon leave her breast only to do the same to her clit as he captured it in similar fashion rolling it back and forth as she moved against that powerful rod producing the occasional groan.

“Do you sing?” He asked, moving that hard member inside her as he poised the question. One jab and he went still again allowing her to work against him only to give a counter thrust every once in a while for encouragement and as a reminder of just how big he truly was.

„Thank you, Master.“ Hesitation proved to be the last thing that came to the woman’s mind. A treat had been offered and Phoebe claimed it with long, drawn out yet ravenous thrusts. „Nnngh! Ahh! M-Master's sooo huge!“ Smoldering hot bliss jolted along vigorously expanding and contracting folds, each rocking movement of the blonde’s body causing him to spread, then leave her wet chalice feeling utterly devoid of stimulation. Scraping her insides, these sensual motions were heaven and hell alike, easing the tension that haunted her psyche for so long while pouring oil into the fire until she could extinguish it at long last.

„Your scales .. Nnuuhnn .. T-They feel so good .. So divine.“ Saliva oozed from gaping lips, squealing the woman’s delight without inhibition. Even now, the corners of her lips creased into a smile. His groans were music to the slave’s ears, his thrusts as maddening as the fact she had to wait for such a blessing to fill her completely. She loved hearing her partner’s pleasure while being able to sate her thirst, to be in control though illusion or not that monstrous phallus was making her head spin with every molten injection of pure rapture.

Arching her back, more of these swollen yet petite mounds was offered to his touch. She brought that succulent ass up harder, quicker, aching for more as he presented ever more delicious teases to her senses. Tweaking her engorged love pearl, Phoebe’s head shot up from the floor with a cry as trembling hands clutched the unseen pole before her, reaching out for support against this avalanche of erotic turmoil.

„I’ll sing .. If you want me to ..“ Not that her thoughts could actually put themselves in any remotely coherent order when riding that big, juicy cock numbed Phoebe to much else. Shapely hips were consumed by their rhythmic lovemaking, tearing away whatever construct of shame and reason that were left within her.

Singing, the thought never really came up before either. It had to be another means of entertaining guests, or so one would think. This one probably wouldn’t keep her around to hear her sing, but him taking enjoyment in her voice was always a good thing. Still, she found no purpose for it under the influence of others, let alone once her throat had been altered to be her source of cruel, self inflicted erotic torture. As many threads of happiness were stripped from her, these melodic tunes were no exception, but had he demanded it she’d be willing to give it a try at a later point in time.

Without the need for permission, however, Phoebe rode this majestic spire until her moans reached an irresistible crescendo. Suddenly, even his devoted servant fought against the resistance her body put him, imbuing him with the blessed friction of uncontrollably convulsing flesh. Wanton movements, unprincipled in matters of sexual degeneracy, became languid and graceless as her every overwhelmed cell battled tides of sensory overload.

She came, quaking with bliss that shot through the girl’s veins in a molten rush of pure ecstasy. Every movement, no matter how slight, was utterly mind numbing as scales dug into sensitive folds, drowning her addled mind in this warped, twisted pleasure.

On occasion he made a thrust adding to those frenzied movements. His query answered he stored that away for possible future endeavors. In the casino portion of the club the slaves performed different tasks and he was uncertain as to where she would wind up after she learned the basics.

If she was just alright in the singing department she would be kept in the more seedier section of the club and used solely for her body. If she were good then her time would be split filling in on occasion so the clients didn't tire of the same entertainment and could look forward to seeing on of the club's stars. And if exceptional she would probably be sent there dealing with the more behaved aliens.

Yet still subject to the whims of star struck fans that wanted to spend more time being entertained these clients were the high rollers that came to the club. The ones that could afford the attention of such esteemed slaves.

But all that could wait for the time being. Until she was ready she wouldn't be on anyone's menu. But the way she moved and took charge made it clear that she had plenty of experience in this department. While there had been other slaves with her expertise he couldn't remember the last time one was so enthusiastic before they had been thoroughly broken in.

“Mm. Not bad slave. Not bad at all. We will see about your particular singing talents later once you learn the basics behind dancing.” If she was any good then she would be taught more elegant dances.

He felt her tighten around him further, that continual spasm that rippled against him and forcing forth his own essence with all the added friction. He gushed inside her while lodged inside her. While not moving he played with her clit and tits milking each second of her orgasm as he filled her with that alien seed.

His dick serving as a cork unleashing a torrent of cum onto the stage the moment that he drew that massive member out of her. His member being replaced by two digits again squelching as they dug inside her.

The other hand rubbing against her ass as he looked to that pleasant rump as those fingers dug into that spasming body.

A tide of potent liquid masculinity flooded her with smoldering warmth and whisked away her thoughts. She drooled as her body was toyed with, tormented by a mind shattering release which seemed to drag on forever. Stiffened teats pulsate powerfully in her captor’s grasp as intense throbs cause her clit to swell and ache beneath his every masterful manipulation. The many thrills of being caught in this situation oozed forth in the form of wanton squeals and whimpers, never to be concealed from the Master.

His praise coupled with writhing digits that replaced the emptiness within her filled her with glee. Phoebe’s panting breaths were tainted in her fondness for these loving affections, the hand that rubbed her doughy cheeks content to feel her lean in and shudder from what had transpired mere moments before.

Under the woman’s blindfold, her eyes glistened with tear stricken delight. A guilty pleasure, to be claimed and granted relief after such cruel periods of denial. The thought of being forgiven for these sins had evaporated, as did her will to leave this place, if only for a moment. She’d get plenty of attention here, surely, enough to never suffer from neglection again.

But, there’d be no taste of freedom here. No friends to cherish, not even fellow slaves, at least not in the same sense as Kurgan and Viryon. Not even her wealth beyond her miserable existence as a slave could compare to seeing them every single day. Yet there was a light on the horizon, one she depended on. Sadly, he always had to catch up. She could be sold again, travel to different worlds that’d prolong her torment and lose track of her former companions completely. Whatever happened until he did catch up, remained to be seen.

Had the Hel’Corian wished for more, Phoebe’s gleeful response would be a delight to anyone’s ears. She was willing, if not eager to serve. Only a small part of her wanted to fight this. She knew there were worse places out there and hoped for the best. What had to be done had been obvious to the youthful blonde. Surrender everything, deny nothing. You’ll not only survive, but be treated well. At least for the moment, her current prison seemed rather generous in that regard. She had to endure whatever fate had in store for her.

Until help arrives, that’s the only option.

As far as prisons went this one was far from the worse she could be cast into. The need for further training made it likely that she would be here for a few more days at least. Ultimately this was Raleigh's club and he could release her from working here if she didn't do well enough or if she caught the eye of one of the clients.

The later wasn't likely to happen any time soon since she was yet to work. And chances were unless she screwed up in a major way she would not be yanked from performing. Still a lot could happen. This might not be Raleigh's only club but the closest one so she could be shipped to another place.

There were many unknowns here. While freedom was the end goal it was hard keeping that in sight when pleasure was finally being laid upon her now. The Hel'Corian had not been finished with her either. There was no command to dress or clean up this mess.

Scaly fingers still ran against those nipples and clit stroking both as she held onto the pole. She had his touch to deal with for a few minutes longer before that shaft pressed against her back door. The very tip straining against her, pressing but not hard enough to penetrate her as anticipation grew. He gauged her reaction at first then pressed inside her again mostly by pulling her back after those fingers that left her sex briefly to toy with her clit returned.

Fingers pressed in drawing her back against that scaly rod part way then a little thrust sent her forward so he could reel her back again. He did not enter her as deeply but given his size he had plenty inside her. Not unless she grew aggressive and took more then he gave. In any case he did not stop her from doing so.

Still sensitive from earlier it was surprising how long he lasted before drawing out of her and cumming all over her back and ass. “Now go clean yourself slave. After each encounter you have you shall be given half an hour between to clean, dress in fresh attire then return to your assigned section of the club.

“Tomorrow you will spend the bulk of your time back here working on your dancing and you will perform a song or two when I come to see you. You can take that off now. Showers are that way down the hall. Clients are not allowed back here so you should only come across fellow slaves and maybe some staff.”

Anything short of perfection wouldn’t do hence her movements came, devouring much of him until her small frame could accept no more. Aegir, Fafner, Vespira, they were far too much to contain though they offered knowledge on how much she could take. Likewise, her captor turned out to be no mere lizard as the one aboard the vessel which brought her here, but a dragon whose mere presence inspired submission in the blonde’s quivering flesh. She’d bow to his blessings any day of the week, and blowing his hot load across her back forced the poor thing to collapse with heated breaths, still trembling in the aftermaths of the delicious abuse of her stretched sphincter.

Sinking onto that scaly mammoth imbued her consciousness with sensations which were likely stuck with her for the entire evening. A good thing he called an end to their session, however, as her brains were close to mush and incapable of much more than accepting her fate in the here and now. She swallowed hard on a dry throat, having drained herself moaning for more of the glorious spire that threatened to split her in two.

„Y-Yes .. As you command.“ Slowly, the young woman picked herself up. „Thank you ..“ She undid the blindfold, leaning against the pole on wobbly feet, smoothing out her outfit all the while. „Thank you for letting me tend to your needs, Master. It's been a pleasure.“ Underneath the dark strip of cloth, he’d find her eyes glazed and stricken with twisted tinges of joy. It’s been nothing but torture without stimulation for these many, many hours of studying her new home and her purpose here.

She was a mess. The stench of sex, sweat and alien spunk pervaded her lungs. His molten essence filled her, providing more of the same erotic yet soothing heat that infused her core with bliss. As fatigue was starting to set in, Phoebe hadn’t cared whether anyone saw her covered in the Hel’Corian’s shame. As far as she was concerned, the day couldn’t have ended better.

The blindfold would be his again unless he didn’t want it back. It’d be her final question to him before heading for the showers, hoping to make the most out of her spare time despite her growing exertion.

Steamy hot water enveloped her savory contours, a feast for the senses as the soothing, steady downpour traced heated lines along the girl’s shapely physique. Akin to unseen hands sculpting her malleable flesh, moaning lips verbalize her cravings in barely audible sounds of approval. If only she had performed better in the beginning. She would not be denied a patron’s touch then. With all the dancing that was coming up, her denial would be difficult to stomach. The singing, on the other hand, was an entirely different subject matter. Her tongue certainly wouldn’t help any, but she’d retain her sanity when there weren’t new customers waiting to shove her face or hips into their laps.

A handful of songs were easy to remember, but she wondered whether there’d be any templates she could draw inspiration from. In that regard the other slaves could prove useful, especially if she chanced upon one of the singers. With any luck there’d be someone who could help her out, who could gauge her talents and be willing to impart a few secrets to their willing student.

The day was as draining on the body as it was on the mind. It’d definitely help her recover from the ordeal she went through though she’d feel a lot more confident for the coming day with proper preparations.

The blindfold was taken off her and she received her shower. There were plenty of soaps and ointments to appeal to the olfactory senses of those that had them. Her day ended for the most part. She found a towel to wrap herself in until she got to one of the rooms that held clothing.

There was a wide selection of clothing and it appeared that the slaves her had some diversity. From what she saw in the club sexy and slutty attire was the norm though the slaves in the casino were better dressed and not so scantily glad.

Then there were the entertainers. Complete gowns and dresses were the norm. There were even bed clothes here. The selection and sizes were numerous. Food here was good too being more of a buffet style.

All in all the club wasn't bad. The girls weren't mistreated and they were free to do what they willed in their off time even if they were stuck in the club more or less. A few of the slaves that had worked their way up in position even got to leave with an escort at times.

It appeared that the rules of the club were easy to learn. Slaves were encouraged to take the initiative unless ordered otherwise. Overall the girls had to appeal to the clients in more then a simple sexual capacity.

The aliens weren't as crass as in several similar establishments though the ones in the club did touch and grope to get the attention of the girls she would find the following day while working. The touches would only serve to stir her since she was still green as far as learning how things worked.

Most of her time had been spent dancing in the back. Other slaves that weren't working assisted her in this department. When it came time to sing though she was on her own at first. Her tongue would begin getting the better of her but she had been made to endure it.

After some time practicing by herself she was tutored by one of the entertainers that didn't have a shift until later that night. There was a binder that had all sorts of songs but focus was spent on learning just a half dozen of them at present.

Her day was full even though she did not do much physical work. The day would end with that same Hel'Corian arriving to take a look at what she had learned. The routine would repeat day after day keeping her in denial as she teased her own senses.

Clearly there were patrons that picked up on her arousal and teased her even more delivering more touches upon her. And while the patrons were not allowed to engage with her nor she with them she would find that her fellow slaves were under no restrictions. They were made to make her feel welcome and seeing that the bulk of slaves in the club portion were human they understood those signs of arousal better.

At first they were thinking that she was being dosed with an aphrodisiac but it kept happening so they suspected something else was going on. After all she did not display any sort of violence toward others and she hardly looked intimidating. Looks could be deceiving but comparing her to the Hel'Corian bouncer and others she shouldn't be much of a threat.

Near a full week would pass before she heard a familiar voice in her mind. My agent has been delayed. Old friends of yours, I will not bore you with the details but it might take a bit longer than anticipated but he will be there once he's resolved his situation.

I suppose I could just create another one but that would take time … then getting a ship and getting out there so waiting is probably quicker.

Aegir rambled in her mind.

The days were nothing short of thrilling for hours on end. A vicious circle of teasing, denial and relief warped her view on the situation at hand though it may have been the truth that life here wasn’t bad. It had to be the most bearable establishment she ever found herself locked up in and in turn Phoebe did her best to adapt.

Scarily enough, adjusting to life here wasn’t much of a challenge. The rules were easy to grasp. An effort was being made to appeal to her audiences, however small they may be. She ended up styling her sunflower blonde hair in various ways as it was longer now than when Aegir first saved her from those wolves way back, easily reaching down to her shoulders. Trying new things and taking initiative seemed to be key and it’d have been a lie to claim it wasn’t at least somewhat enjoyable to use what little freedom she had to be slightly more creative.

She chose garments that complimented her appearance, the sway of her ravishing hips and what these supple thighs could hope to offer. In the process, her eyes lingered on every individual patron who glanced her way, deducing whatever worked and what didn’t in her continued struggle to appeal to as many guests as she could. Soon, the teasing went both ways, knowing full well neither one side nor the other was allowed to engage fully there was a great deal of tension to be crafted within these walls.

A week of this offered a period of progress though there was no telling how well she did in the grand scheme of things. Not that she needed to know. Her stay was limited. She’d never be one of the few talented slaves who got to leave with an escort and there was no point trying to become one of them. At least Phoebe hoped she wouldn’t be here long enough to seek such positions.

All the training on the side served to enhance her daily routine and certainly became a much needed benefit to her existence here. A stellar performer was what she needed to be. Nothing less than exceptional would do. The focus lingered on serving patrons throughout her shift as instructed and changed to improving herself whenever the petite albeit appetizing morsel had time to spare. Aside from cleaning up, resting, sleeping and descending unto the buffet to sate other cravings, there was ample opportunity to practice by herself or with others who graciously welcomed the bashful newcomer into the fold. Before drifting off to sleep, she tended to drain herself by using telekinesis on the sheets that covered her body, lightly shifting one piece or the other as though her breath was manipulating them in order to remain as inconspicuous as humanly possible.

However, she proved not quite as bashful when it came to thanking fellow slaves for their help. Seduction tended to come easy to her from time to time though being toyed with was a simple matter for a smaller woman her size. Taking on the role of a plaything to fulfill the desires and whims of others granted her tongue and sanity relief beyond comprehension. The Hel’Corian was a feast for the senses, but he wouldn’t be there to let her worship him whenever the woman’s practice sessions came to an end. That didn’t mean he’d experience first hand everything the former agent had learned and then some.

As sleep was about to claim her, her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Aegir’s voice in the back of her mind. A hand instinctively fell to the anchor piercing that graced her smooth belly, clutching it firmly as they had not exchanged words for some time. It was difficult not to get excited though Phoebe scanned the area around her bed for anyone close enough to listen before focusing her attention on the telepath.

„My time here has been tolerable so far. I believe I can last a little longer.“ She uttered these words with nigh bated breath, her voice low and barely a whisper. Truth be told, there was much she didn’t know. The fact his rescue attempt would take longer than anticipated left her guessing as to how long she was meant to be here in the first place. No matter, she thought, sinking into the comforts of her pillow with a low sigh. „I’m doing all I can to stay in this place. I don’t know if that’s good enough to keep me here, but it should prevent delays in case they ever remove this piercing. You won’t have to come looking elsewhere for me then.“

His rambling was comforting. In truth, she may have been rambling herself. It helped ease the tension that was being a captive again. Deep down, however, the thought of bringing this up to some ancient telepath seemed downright laughable. It made her crack a fleeting smile at the very least as she gripped the anchor hard. „I put my faith in you .. and I trust you’ll do what’s best for getting me out of here. I’ll be waiting patiently, no matter how long it takes.“

I will keep you appraised of things if there are any changes that you need to know about. Communication was kept short. There may have been a reason for that such as some sort of psionic detector or simply because there was nothing else to discuss at this stage.

When morning came things were a bit different. After breakfast she found that she would not be needed until late evening and was left to her practices. She didn't even have any tables to focus on that day.

She was instructed an hour or so before her shift to get ready to work the casino as a server. She was only allowed to wear the best clothing that the club had though no one had of yet taken the piercing from her. No one saw it as much of a threat and a little jewelry never hurt. Many of the slaves had such in some fashion though there were no necklaces or amulets due to the collars.

The casino aliens were focused more on gambling not that it stopped many of them from glancing the new girl's way. There was limited touching but it did occur and one alien even had her sitting on his lab as he played for a time feeling up along her thigh and even fingering her while he played cards.

He was nice and hard beneath her and ended up winning on what had to be sheer dumb luck as he had her select the cards to discard. She served as his good luck charm until one of the Hel'Corian had to peel her away so that she could get to her duties.

It seemed that some of the slaves served as eye candy or arm candy for some of the aliens while others served drinks and ran off to the kitchen for simple appetizers for those that actually took brakes or were involved in games where they would not mark cards or get grease and such on dice, tables or the like.

Viryon was here as well. She had been sitting with Raleigh who was involved in a high stakes card game. In fact there were several alien slaves in that vicinity all surrounding the big boss. She felt eyes upon her here.

While many were watching other slaves or the singer present there was a familiar woman that was staring at her as if trying to place her. She was well dressed in a red gown, human but she wasn't a slave. But she was a slight girl roughly her size with a small bust.

Attractive but watching her between her turn at a game that was much like black jack. She was eventually gestured her over by raising an empty champagne glass when she happened to catch her eye.