Even with his almost hyper efficient metabolism working overtime, Jarvok could still feel the biting cold of space worming its fingers into his body. Already his outer layers of skin were frozen solid and useless, and he had been forced to disconnect the nerves to the next layer of muscles or suffer excruciating pain as each cell fought valiantly to produce enough heat to hold off the creeping chill enveloping him. It was a silent battle between the Inferus' will to survive and the void's uncaring nature of snuffing out all life.....and he was losing. Just like his cousin had. Just like every other Faceless foolish enough to test their might against the quiet inevitability of space. His mind raced for any possible solution, a plan, a trick, a new form, anything that could fight against that dreadful cold. Inside the tight confines of his ball of flesh he raged against the Ravagers, against the universe, against his father for sending him on this pointless mission, but even the fires of his anger did little to hold back the chill of space. Maybe if he....

BLINK

A frozen sphere of solid meat crashed to the ground in the engine room of the slipstream, shards of frost bitten skin shattering and sliding over the floor. Jarvok hadn't bothered to grow external eyes when there was nothing to see but darkness, so all he knew was that he collided with something and wasn't dead, both of which seemed like massive improvements over his previous condition.

"By the swarm, what the hell is that! Oh shit, its moving! QUICK turn it back on, turn it back on!"

BLINK

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Back in the cargo bay, Garlax pushed himself to his feet and looked down at the battered warrior still twitching on the ground before him. Even unconscious and caked in semen, she was still the sexiest woman he'd ever seen anywhere but a holo porn, and it looked like the rest of the crew intended to treat her like any other five credit whore. He sighed and dragged her senseless form off to the side then made his way to the supply closet with cleaning supplies to fetch a mop. It took the better part of an hour for him to scrub down the aftermath of Ash's first performance. Her thrashing orgasms had sent drops of her love juice flying farther than he'd realize, and it felt like he had cleaned up gallons of cum before his feet stopped sticking to the floor.

He distracted himself imagining how HE would have treated the unfortunate slave, how her mind would be muddled after her first pounding by the captain and looking for something to latch onto. How his skilled fingers would dig into the flesh of her soft tits and rub against the hard bud of her clit when she was at her most vulnerable, wringing from her one orgasm after another, but each time keeping her at the tip of release just a hair longer, until he was holding her at the edge for minutes at a time, begging to cum. How each time he would extract a new concession, a promise, a secret kink, an act of degradation, words of subservience. He'd spend hours, no DAYS, working on her. The collar would help reinforce the conditioning, but in the end she would break to Garlax's skill, not some mechanical toy.

Glancing over at the subject of his daydreams, he saw she still hadn't moved since dumping her off to the side. He winced when he saw the sizable puddle of seed that had leaked from her holes while he worked, knowing he'd need to clean that up as well. For now, maybe it was time to get the new slave cleaned off. He took another moment to admire her gorgeous body, the curve of her full breasts, the tone muscle of her thighs, the pink petals of her pussy lips, finally shut after being so roughly taken not so long ago. Despite being the smallest of the crew, Garlax was still a Saurian warrior, and had no difficulty at all in hefting the former warrior over a shoulder like a sack of grain and hauling her to the showers.

The Slipstream was by far the nicest ship Garlax had ever been on outside of a raid, and they hadn't skimped even in the showers. Instead of the line of communal showerheads he was used to, the warship had a circular central changing room with a dozen doors leading off in smaller bathrooms with a toilet, sink, and shower. Two of them were clearly designed for officers, with full tubs and space for storing personal items, but with Zagrut still missing it didn't look like anyone in the crew had much claim to those other than the captain, and he had his private bath. Garlax hefted the would be slave off his shoulder and gently lowered her into the tub, taking another moment to admire her beautiful form. Then he hit the water, setting it to a steamy but not scalding heat, and pulled the showerhead free on its hose. He took a hand towel from a rack on the wall and soaked it, before getting to work, starting at her feet and working his way upwards. The dried cum had managed to cake every part of her body, and he was careful not to miss any spots, working the hot fabric over her flawless skin, then applying a spray of water to wash away the filth. As he went, he could feel where her muscles had built up knots in the endless clenching of non-stop orgasms and was sure to offer those spots additional attention, kneading thick fingers into her supple flesh.

The Saurian fully expected the woman to remain unconscious throughout his ministrations, but of course he had no way of knowing just how quickly Miria's race could recover.

The powerful warrior that had came close to defeating their captain lied utterly broken on the floor, shamefully twitching in the aftershocks of countless orgasms and the unrelenting bombing of raw pleasure delivered to her brain by the collar. Limply, she was pulled aside so Garlax could clean up after their mess, and slowly, but surely, the massive amounts of seed inside her began trickling out of her battered holes until she rested on top of a new pool of cum, much to the Saurian's dismay.

Even in unconsciousness Miria was not free from their punishment, as the collar continued to temper with her mind, and every minute fainted only showed dreams of pleasure and being fucked. Some incoherent sounds came out of her mouth as she was carried, but nothing that came close to being a word. Her body had been pushed to its absolute limits, and yet, made to endure, it seemed to recover some of her stamina quickly. Had it not been by the collar, Ash's mind might have overcome the sexual torment she was put through, but instead she was forced to catch her breath in an amazing fashion, while her braincells were all still addled and hazed by the raw ecstasy.

Such thing was obvious to the unappreciated Saurian, as her nipples remained proudly erect on top of her huge, pillowy tits, heaving with each breath; and her netherlips were constantly swollen and puffy. By the time she was placed in the tub, she could begin to feel his procedure on her. Every part of her surreal body was available to him, a perfect specimen of the female Holian, in all her wonder with her toned muscles but wide, feminine curves in an hourglass silhouette as well. Beneath that supple skin, knots of tense muscles were massaged into a much needed relaxation.

"Uhnnn... mmmmm..." Every time he made sure to tend to those places, more moans of satisfaction were hummed out of her mouth. Perhaps somewhat surprising after all she was put through, but not quite as so as soon enough as his scaled hands worked their way up her legs and to her wide hips her ochre eyes opened. They were still hazy and unfocused, staring ahead as if trying to grasp where she was. Miria felt her body slightly aching, but embraced by a new pleasing sensation as Garlax's work was settling in very nicely in her poor muscles. Slowly he turned to see him, and for a second she was about to move away but she felt almost too heavy to move an inch. And she couldn't, not if the collar was around her neck still. "W... Where... am I?" She weakly asked.

Miria's dreams were clouded by the devious torments of her collar, and it's designers apperantly knew their trade well. Her imposed nightmares constantly shifted, a collage of her most emotionally charged sexual experiences, all flashing by too quickly to do more than draw up the feelings of lust, trust, and love she had felt for her partners, without any of the accompanying memories of the people she shared those moments with. Interspersed within the barrage were memories of her new role, always preceeded and followed by some of her most cherished memories. Her first night with Amedea proceeded being stretched to her limit by Fendrel's massive pole for the first time, which led immediately into a raucous threesome with Miatro and Hilda, muddling her memories so that they all seemed to blend together. It wasn't mind control or brainwashing, but given a few months of the collar's attentions the Hollian would struggle to separate her cherished memories from before her time as a slave from her new life.

Garlax could sense the change in the new slave's muscles as she slowly roused to wakefulness, pressing instinctively into the touch that relieved its aches. He was surprised to find her conscious so soon, but the haze of exhaustion kept it's hold long enough for his devious mind to formulate a plan before she spoke. He never stopped his attentions to her lovely form, gently scrubbing away the stains of her gangbanging and washing them down the drain to leave her perfect body clean.

When she finally turned to look at him and spoke, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, instilling all the command that he could in his eyes. "Slaves do not ask questions of their masters. You failed in your duties, and we're rightly punished. Now you have been placed into my care to help your body recover and to teach you to be better next time." He could feel as her body recoiled it's immediate punishment, but didn't let on that he was aware of her pain.

By this point his skilled fingers had reached her upper thighs, and were drifting deliciously close to her puffy pink slit, massaging along her inner thighs, but just as it seemed he might continue her training with more of the endless pleasure she'd felt so far, he pulled the cloth away and removed his hands. For the first time since her capture, Miria didn't feel the touch of a master, and whether it was the conditionition she received while awake or the reinforcement in her dreams, there was unmistakablely something wrong about that lack of contact. Her mind was trying to remind her a task she was forgetting, even if she didn't know what it was.

Glarax stood from where he knelt naked between her legs, displaying his proudly errect cock just at eye level as he looked down on her. "Now that you are awake, slid forward and let me get behind you." He moved so that he was sitting behind her in the tub, her back pressed against his chest, with strong arms reaching around to continue his work from before. He still didn't return to her needy sex though, instead running the hot towel across her muscled stomach and along her hourglass sides. "The first step to better service is to recognize your failures. Tell me how you displeased your masters, and how you think you can do better next time." Garlax's voice was one of confidence and unquestioning command, which would accept no disagreement. She WOULD move as she was told, and she WOULD answer, because why would she do anything else. Garlax was a master.

Even in her sleep, that diabolical collar continued its work on the poor warrior Holian. Her first love lied on top of her, her soft hands and breasts caressing her skin as they delicately spread her petals aside, as if to allow suddenly Fendrel's massive pole of meat to pierce her. Her body shook. Not even once in her life had someone spread her so wide and reached so deep, complete and absolutely destroying her. The moment she was captured her fate was sealed; no woman alive could have resisted that cock. Especially with the damned collar around her neck. That intense and brutal pleasure blended eventually with a warmer, much more enjoyable time, as coils of a long snake wrapped around her body and another woman's, fucking both in a more sensual, slow manner, slowly building up their release.

Such sensations and dreams faded away slowly as consciousness began to take over her mind again. Her body and will were strong, but from the moment she awoke in chains she had known nothing but excruciating pain and tormenting pleasure. With enough time she could endure the collar, but her captors would give her no breaks.

Ash opened her eyes and saw the face of the smaller Saurian, his eyes furrowed as if to scold and reprimand her. She had failed them. "UGH! Agghh!!..." The collar administered yet another shock to her sensitive body and she nodded. "S... Sorry... M-master..."

She felt his hands wander dangerously close to her battered slit, and she unconsciously spread her legs wider, as apart as she could as if offer him entrance to it. But instead of continuing, Garlax stood up and suddenly she felt nothing warm on her. No hands, no bodies. Her brows curled in confusion. Was she supposed to feel something? Do something?

Then she saw him stand up, and right in front of her face the Saurian showed his proud, erect cock. Her eyes focused for the first time since she woke up in the tub, staring intently at his pole. That was a cock, her master's cock. A cock is what made her feel good. She licked her lips unconsciously, but then came his command. Ash shook her head, and slowly slid forward and Garlax took his place behind her. Almost immediately Ash rested her entire weight on him. Though empowered by a Holian's fortitude, the woman had not had a single chance to rest. She let out a small groan as she felt his hands and the towel rub across her toned stomach. Then Garlax spoke again.

Ash didn't answer right away. She struggled to remember what he was asking of her. The moments before she fainted were muddled by the sheer pleasure she was being put through. Even before her body gave in, her mind had already lost any coherent train of thought. Slowly she began to recall being carried by a couple of Saurians who had not yet had their fill of her. But she couldn't do anything to obey their commands. "I couldn't... please them... Should please them before... passing out..." She slowly answered in between gasps, a voice almost so low she could have been whispering. The collar demanded she thought it through and answered.

The former warrior took some time to gather her thoughts, and while she did Garlax continued his work. Skilled hands guided the washcloth over her midriff and sides, the former warrior of the filth coating her inch by inch. The collar did its work as well, emphasizing the soothing bliss of warmth and comfort moving over her skin. Soon enough, the towel moved further upwards, attending to Miria's glorious breasts. Garlax pulled her against his chest as he cleaned her, letting her feel that warmth on her front and back at once, as he pawed over her heaving chest. Fingers squeezed them firmly as the soft fabric wiped away the caked cum that coated every inch of her body, creating a mixed pleasure of relaxation and sensual stimulation.

When she finally did answer, Garlax's response was to whisper into her ear with a soft and soothing voice.

"You're close Ash, very close, but that's wrong." The collar hummed dangerously around her neck, threatening punishment for displeasing a master, but not delivering a shock until he finished his verdict. "Your body is exceptional. It was MADE to be fucked. You should be proud for pleasing your masters as long as you did." The honeyed words of praise turned the collar's warning buzz into a rush of bliss injected straight into the slave's mind, one more step in conditioning her to crave her master's praise. "You failed not because you passed out too soon, but because you lost focus. How long were your hands stroking a pair of cocks without managing to satisfy them? You were too distracted by your own pleasure, when your purpose in life is to please your masters." This time the collar did deliver a shock of pain, though no where near as bad as when she tried to resist. Still, he held her tightly as she spasmed against him for a few moments, before continuing as if he hadn't just tortured her.

"I know your master's cocks felt incredible and you are still learning, so we are going to practice. You are going to learn to continue to service your masters, no matter how incredible their cocks make you feel. Do you understand Ash?" As he spoke, her lovely ass was pressed between the Saurian's legs where his raging erection pressed against her lower back, a constant reminder that despite his soft words, at least one thing about Garlax was undoubtedly hard.

As she tried to think of a response for Garlax, Ash undoubtedly was partly distracted by the feeling of his hands and the towel rubbing across her skin. It was not overly stimulating, but rather, quite relaxing. But soon enough his hands reached her large breasts. The redhead warrior leaned back against his chest as the Saurian fondled the pair of globes, her head lolled back against his shoulder as her weakspots were squeezed and rubbed clean. In her addled state, the feeling of her mammaries being tended to was enough to keep Ash docile and worked up enough to keep her blood flowing.

Her eyes closed as she expected the shock from the collar, but then it all turned out unexpectedly. "Proud?" she thought, then she let out a loud "Aahhhn!" as she felt the collar let out a wave of warm pleasure across her body. She did good, she had served and now it rewarded her.

As Garlax filled her with questions the redhead tried to listen and understand. "Please them... AUGH!!" Her voluptuous body spasmed in his grasp, bountiful breasts jiggling and shaking until after a couple of seconds she rested against him once more. "Crap... I... I..."

With the Saurian's last question Ash simply nodded at first. She felt warm all over, not just from the previous rough session she had and the water he had cleaned her with, but his hands and cock straddling right between her firm asscheeks were making her skin tingle without any sign of stopping. "Yes... master..." she answered then. Before, such words would not let leave her mouth like that. But now, she had no choice in the matter. In between the collar forcing her to obey, and her body yearning nothing but more pleasure after what the others had done to her already.

Those large yet skilled hands continued to play with Miria's weighty breasts as he spoke, making sure to keep her arousal stimulated as Garlax spoke again. His words were almost a coo in the former warrior's ear, so invitingly seductive.

"That's what I like to hear Ash. Always remember who your master is."

The warm fabric trailed over her nipples, circling over them as a reminder of the pleasure to come from proper service. He lingered there for a little while as reward for addressing him properly before he continued his task, letting his hands travel up her chest to wash away the dried cum deposited by the pirate who'd fucked those beautiful tits had left, trailing over her shoulders, then to that oh so sweet neck. One clawed hand took hold of her throat as she leaned back against him in a clear display of dominance and ownership, not squeezing so tightly it would cut off air, but making perfectly clear that he could if he chose.

"Now, before we wash off your face, I think it's time you stopped having your master do all the work, don't you? Didn't you feel how hard your slutty body was making your master? A proper slave needs to show some initiative!"

The collar buzzed warningly at the rebuke, but wouldn't deliver a punishment if it would prevent Ash from following orders. Garlax released her throat and gave her the chance to move so she could tend to his rigid spire. He'd decided he wanted to see how Ash would go about servicing him without more prompting, but he'd clearly be displeased if Maria made a mess after he'd gone through all the trouble of getting her clean.