Each thrust from Fendrel's cock speared its way into Miria's passage, spreading her walls every time they tried to return to their natural width, only to be crushed and pressed aside, his enormous volume gushing forth more of her juices by mere lack of space inside her. Needless to say, the pirate leader experienced something indescribable that most men could never experience, as her velvet soft walls squeezed him hard with an added grip thanks to his own gigantic girth, sucking him as he withdrew.

His own comment went unanswered, but the Saurian fucking her mouth got answered with obedience. The Holian woman stuck his cock as far into her throat as she could, as her tongue lashed and licked the length of his scaled manhood from its underside, only to move back to breathe and do it all again. However, slowly, she began to feel more than just the taste and shape of that cock, but also a strange new pleasure that filled her tongue and mouth as he drove it in and out. Letting that tip inside her throat provoked in that different passage the same sensation as the one Fendrel was impaling, taking in the Saurian cock inside her.

Drool leaked from the corners of her lips as Miria stopped briefly in a confused but aroused state. His continuous thrusts made her feel that warm pleasure reach her brain even easier, eyes fluttering without understanding how but not even caring as she continued to suck and please him, and in return feeling as if her tongue and throat could burst in pleasure like they've never done before.

The two pirates switched hands, the Saurian eager to feel and grope her massive tits. Whereas Fendrel's hands could easily hold those heaving jugs in one palm, the Saurian could feel that soft bounty mold and spill over his hands. And despite the claws in each finger, he impressed the redhead as he administered a careful massage to one tit, tormenting it with overwhelming pleasure with his dexterity. The mound was groped continuously as his other hand reached around to pinch and roll its nipple, making Miria begin to arch and move her back, rubbing her bosom on his hands and arms as if to feel more in her chest, pleasure filling her chest again.

However, Fendrel had much more range of movement, and soon enough Miria's entire body shook wildly as he fucked her even harder. Yet, what drove her crazy was when his large hand reached around her hip to grab her erect clit in his fingers, toying and rolling it around. Almost every sensitive, erogenous zone was being stimulated and fucked relentlessly, forcing yet another orgasm from the poor Holian as her eyes fluttered, and desperate moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth. Nothing else existed in her mind but the pleasure the pirates were filling her with, abusing her every weakness and already battered body to break her into servitude.

Miria was not the first woman Fendrel had broken, nor the 10th, nor the hundredth. His race had long lives, and he'd been in the game longer than most. There was a sense to a newly molded slut, a moment when her life before being taken became "the past", and servitude became reality. There was a scent to their sweat and cum that his prodigious nose had become attuned to over the years.

As Miria bounced back and forth on his pistoning rod, Fendrel felt her fall beyond that event horizon, and gloried in his foe's complete and utterly defeat. Her mouth had been fantastic, her pussy was perhaps the best fuck he'd ever had, but there was NOTHING in the universe as arousing as taking a worthy foe and turning her into a mewling cock sleeve, eager to serve.

He raised his trunk and trumpeted his victory as his hips slammed forward with back breaking force, his gargantuan member finally piercing the last resistance offered by her cervix and pluging into her womb. His booming voice shook the room as his free hand came down with a reverberating slap on her plump ass. "Here it comes slave, your first dose of your master's gift. Remember this, moment for the rest of your life, the moment you became MINE!"

He unleashed a wave of molten seed into her very core, painting her insides white. His inhuman strength held her ass pinned against his crotch, her body somehow having been forced to accommodate his full length. He could feel his release triggering a string of unending climaxes in his helpless plaything, as both the natural stimulation and the collards reward bombarded her mind with pleasure. Each new twitching high rung another spurt of semen from her master's balls, and his skilled fingers only encouraged more as they rubbed her clit from one release to the next.

At her other end, the lizard man was receiving the blow job of his life. Miria's dick sucking skills were second to none, and they were all on display at the moment, sheathing inch after inch of hard cock in her throat before pulling back to lavish the head with the perfect mixture of suction and tongue, before breathing deep of his thick musk and diving back down.

By the time his captain had reached his limit the Saurian pirate was on the edge of bursting, only holding back to avoid the ridicule of his crewmates. Then she started trying to scream in pleasure, and all hopes of restraint disappeared. The way her throat clamped around his cock was sublime, and forced him to immediately let lose with his load into the red head slut's mouth. After the first stream he pulled back, painting her face with his cum and plastering locks of hair to her perfect skin.

As both pirates exploded into and onto her, the breaker bracelet unleashed it's full strength, in a literally undesirable burst of pure pleasure. The onslaught wasn't focused on her breasts, clit, or snatch, but rather bludgeoned her brain with pure synaptic bliss seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Her entire being was a single living climax by the time her vision went white.

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An unknown, but likely short, time passed before the feeling of hands moving at her wrist and ankles brought the broken woman back to her sense. Her mind was still cloudy from the sense overload she just experienced, a lingering haze of bliss and submissiveness making thoughts beyond following orders difficult.

Frendrel's voice greeted her. "Oh good, you're conscious. I thought you might be out for hours, but this is much more convenient." There was a 'click' as the manacle on her wrist was released, followed by another one at her ankles. Unfortuantely, the devilish collar stayed locked where it was. Now that we've established the pecking order around here, I have more important things to do than waste time on a cock sleeve like you. She's all yours boys. Oh, but first, you didn't have the manners to tell me us your name back in the fight. That's fine though. A burnt out whore like you can be Ash. The stomping of his massive weight receded into the ship as the rest of the crew stepped forward, cocks erect and intentions clear.

It was painfully obvious to the more keen observants how each of Fendrel's thrusts into her pussy just battered her will more and more. As his orgasm drew closer, her poor body had been on overload trying to endure the onslaught of orgasms wrecking her mind and soul, at the same time just throwing itself at them, bouncing back against the pair of cocks defiling and spit roasting her. And yet, the point where she finally broke was yet arriving just then.

Fendrel's slap on her ass almost pushed her down on the floor again, but the pain of that was eclipsed by the forceful thrust that finally pierced her last barrier. Breaking through her cervix was the last thing necessary to turn her brain into mush, and feeling that gigantic mushroom tip fill and widen her womb also filled her mind with nothing but cock. The sound that came from Miria at that point was nothing short of the loudest mixture between a pleasure filled moan and a scream, and yet almost nothing came out later. Whatever Fendrel said was no longer being heard by Miria, hanging on to consciousness by the thinnest of threads.

The few thrusts he and the Saurian did into her made it clear her body was no longer pushing back against them, just bouncing limply. If it weren't for Fendrel's behemothian strength, that impressive burst of semen would have propelled her forth from the sheer force and volume of his load. In front, thankfully the Saurian came right into her throat as his cum flowed straight into her stomach and then decided it'd be best to soil and mark her as his as well by painting her face and hair white, because the poor Holian was not even trying to swallow anymore, as most of his cum in her mouth spilled over to the floor as her jaw simply hung open in silent awe.

Her over stimulated passage and womb twitched and tightened more than ever in her life with the pirate leader's release, and Fendrel continued playing with her clit relentlessly as her orgasms simply came right after another in a never ending tidal wave of pleasure. And on top of it all the collar finally showed its real power, bombarding her mind with the strongest and rawest sensation of bliss right into her brain cells. Any woman would have broken and passed out long ago; what Miria felt at those last moments was more than any other woman could have endured.

Her eyes rolled back completely, showing nothing whites. Her arms and legs simply gave out, giving a wet, blunt thud as she fell on the floor in a pool of her juices and both pirates' semen. Her last moan died off in a breathless sigh as she blacked out, the strong Holian finally conquered and broken completely, fucked senseless despite her show of power hours ago. Her mouth hung open with her tongue lolling out until finally those eyes closed in unconsciousness.

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Unfortunately for Miria in this case, the Holian physique and anatomy was especially resilient and alert. She could've benefitted from recovering more but some time later, likely less than an hour, the nudging and moving stirred her from her sleep. However, with nothing near enough rest from the sexual ordeal she went through, the redhead woke up in a completely devastated state.

Her vision was cloudy, eyes staring into space and unfocused as chains clicked open and her arms simply fell on the floor, leaving her spread eagled. Her whole body was flaring up in sensitivity with her nipples still rock hard and folds drenched and swollen, and muscles too exhausted to move; brain too drunken in pleasure to think clearly and reason. Fendrel's voice boomed, too big to ignore, echoing in her skull.

"A-Ash...?" Her head lulled weakly from side to side. "Co-cock s-sleeve... Uuhhn..." As Fendrel walked away, these few brief moments of respite were enough to give some energy back to her body, the redhead struggling to lift her torso up to sit up, supporting herself on her elbows. Her eyes were glassy and she actually had a lewd and humiliating appearance. The pirates had not even bothered to clean her yet, with dried cum that rolled down her curves sticking against her skin, her red mane wildly disheveled on the back while most locks on the front were almost glued to her face and chest.

"Ah-... Aahhnn..." Her heaving large breasts tingled in the remnants of lust from before just like her passage. There was a sense of dread and fire as she saw the whole crew approach her, cocks erect and bouncing in the air with every step, but that sense was buried very deep within her. For now, seeing those members only brought the idea of pleasure, no matter how big the toll would be for her mind and body.

BLINK

The unbearably powerful violet light was gone, replaced by pure darkness. Jarvok instinctively enhanced his night vision, and when that wasn't enough grew bioluminescent spots along his arms. The tiny pin pricks of light faintly illuminated his floating, weightless form, before being devoured in the endless void around him. There was some faint atmosphere, enough to save him from the deep freeze of space, but not enough to survive in for anyone but a Faceless. He flailed in the zero gravity for a moment before regaining control of himself. If there was atmosphere, it meant there was still gravity. He was just falling towards something with no light. He just needed to survive until he landed and go from there....and survive the crash. Conserving as much energy as possible, he curled into a ball, fusing his skin into a seamless airtight shell, and waited....waited for whatever inevitable fate was in store for him.

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As Ash tried to proper herself up, her new assailants stalked forwards. It looked like at least some of the crew had been assigned back their duties while she was asleep, because only eight Saurians stalked towards her, their erect rods making their intentions abundantly clear. The first, and largest of the lizard men stepped forward and slapped her cheek, leaving a stinging handprint and jolting her back to her senses. "Wake up slut. You heard the captain, you have work to do. I get first pick of your holes, and I want to try out that tight little ass of yours." He sat on the ground, grabbed her hips and dragged her still largely limp body towards him, lifting her hips so her ample ass was pressed against his raging boner. He whipped his hand down to give her rear a sharp slap of encouragement. "Get to it and ride! You'd better hurry, if we aren't dry by the time the next shift gets here, you won't be getting a break." He ran his cock up and down her abused slit to coat it in the still leaking mix of cum and womanly juices, before aligning the tip with her tight pucker, giving her the opportunity to lower down onto the erect dick at her own pace if she quick, otherwise being pulled down to be speared in a single thrust.

The next largest crew member stepped forward, shoving the seated pair backwards so Miria was pressed against the larger Saurian's chest. "Don't be so lazy, you can fuck her yourself. I wanna mash those honking tits around my cock. Bet they'll feel amazing." He straddled Miria's prone form, his rigid member sliding between her massive breasts, clawed hands each grabbing a fistful of tender flesh. He coughed up a generous gob of spit, letting it drop down to wet his rod, before beginning to thrust back and forth on her chest. His hands groped her large mounds as he swung them back and forth, using her body for his pleasure. His large cock popped out between her cleavage, offering Miria the chance to lather the tip with her tongue if her desire was peaked enough, but only for the first few strokes.

Soon enough a hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back to stare at yet another throbbing member, accompanied by a gruff voice. "Get to it whore, I've been waiting all day for this." He pressed his tip against her lips, leaving no mystery to what he expected from her. She'd need to fully recline her head to take in the sizable rod, giving an excellent view of how her throat bulged as he thrust his cock forward to claim her mouth.

Her vision was entirely taken up by the swinging balls of the 3rd assaulter, so she wasn't able to see as a 4th crew member kneeled between her spread legs, lowering his face to her much abused cunt. "Now isn't that a sight? I bet it tastes better than it looks.". His long tongue flicked out, running over the liquids now gushing from her hole as the rod filling her back door squeezed them out. "Delicious!" He dug in, tongue lathering over her lower lips before diving deeper, tongue fucking her pussy as he reveled in her taste.

The other pirates chuckled at their crew member's tastes. "You're a weird one Garlax. You get a fine pussy like that all to yourself, and you decide to lick it like a woman instead of putting that cock of yours to good use. Well, I'm not gonna complain if you want to clean it out for me next." A claw grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to his throbbing member. "Go on slut, let's see how good you are with your hands." Another voice from the opposite side joined in. "Same here. Don't get too distracted with those losers, you're gonna want to keep me hard for my turn at your cunt."

Miria's body was claimed in every possible way by the pirate crew, a testament to her utter defeat and defilement.

The poor broken Holian was oblivious to the whereabouts of Jarvok. In her current state, she had not even began to think where he could be, such thoughts were abandoned earlier, while she still had better use of reason and hope that he fulfilled the end of his bargain. As her body was overwhelmed by her captors moments prior, even the ideas of him ditching her or being captured as well lived only briefly before Fendrel and his crew obtained what they wanted from her, a new slut and toy.

Still dazed and unfocused, the newly baptized Ash observed faintly her captors approach her and surround her. Their members let forth a combined musk of pure lust that filled her nostrils before she felt the slap of one's clawed hand, head turning sideways. "Uh!" It did help to knock some sense and coherence back to her, listening to his command, and gulping. She naturally would've resisted or done something to help the Saurian to fuck her asshole, but the fear and the pain of the collar's punishment had already been ingrained in her head, especially with the soul-wrecking pleasure that made her succumb earlier. Instead she registered the command but weak as she was, the Saurian already moved her body to his hips.

The redhead felt that thick tip rub against her drenched folds, making her release a whimper of pleasure from the sensitive folds before feeling him prod her rear entrance. She struggled but slowly she regained her balance on top of him, and began to drop herself onto him, little by little, as her face showed almost every change in expression with each additional inch entering her. However, the next Saurian stepped in, pushing Miria back down on the first's chest and dropping her all the way down to fully hilt inside her ass. "AUUUGH! Aaaah!!" Her body shivered as eyes looked awe struck at the ceiling from the sudden, forced intrusion.

This pirate helped himself to straddle Miria's torso and grabbed fistfuls of her massive tits that were hanging to the sides, slapping them together to wrap them around his cock. Both Saurians would be able to feel that Miria gave off a particularly high body heat in her aroused state, something quite fitting for her fiery nature and powers, enhancing only the sensation of having her bare skin pressed against them. For Miria, the sensation of that cock and hands on her tender mounds was equally stimulating, as the friction and continuous rubbing was filling them with tingling pleasure. She stared down at that manhood, looking at the lewd image of that tip poking out from the marshmallow soft mass of her tits. Though it'd be humiliating to be forcibly taken like this, it was more erotic in her addled mind and slowly opened her mouth to let her tongue out to taste but before she could a new pirate pulled her by the hair.

"Aaanghh!" A new twitching cock pressed against her face, and she went nearly crosseyed from staring down his length, weakly nodding to his implied order, letting her head dangle back and the pirate delayed no second to dig his cock inside all the way down her throat, offering a lewd sight of the bulge in her throat, making her feel pressed back against the collar. This Saurian became everything in Miria's world for some moments, as nothing but his large cock and cum-filled balls smacked and pressed her face, and when she could only breathe in the moments between thrusts there was nothing but his intoxicating musk eroding away her coherence.

She didn't even hear the fourth pirate kneel between her legs, admiring the beautiful womanhood in her pubic mound, even as battered, twitching and drooling juices as it was. Pink, glistening folds promising only the sweetest chalice in the entire galaxy, already defiled and stretched by their captain but seemingly returning already to her natural tightness. As he dived in the honeyed ambrosia that were her love juices, the pirates would easily see and notice how her entire body trembled and shook in pleasure upon feeling that long tongue fuck and drink her juices. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back slightly as muffled moans vibrated into the other's cock. That tongue offered a very different sensation, a very welcome sensation. Whereas the hard and unmovable manhood had broken and stretched her passage, the tongue was a soft intruder than lathered and stimulated the battered folds and walls, bringing electrocuting bliss directly through her nerves and into her brain.

Amidst the sublime, yet defiling, experience, Miria felt her hands being pulled and fingers wrapped around two more cocks. Almost in instinct by now, she began to comply without answer, stroking down the lengths of the other pirate's dicks as her body bounced back and forth, exploited and used by the pirates as only an instrument for their pleasure; voluptuous curves being pushed by the phallus ramming into her ass only to move back by the pirate fucking her throat and those tits only jiggling and spilling through the other's fingers as he sawed between them.

Ash's willing submission did not go unnoticed by the tight collar around her neck, sending a faint pleasurable tingle running throughout her body. It wasn't enough to be distracting, certai ly less powerful than what she had experienced when Fendrel claimed her, but it was enough to add spice to the overwhelming litany of sensations half a dozen partners were forcing on her. She would need to be more proactive to earn a TRUE reward it seemed.

The Saurian lying beneath her spoke between grunts of pleasure as his hips thrust up to invade her tight pucker again and again. "Don't listen to him Garlax, he's just jealous he can't make his whores cum because his cock is too small. That tongue of yours must be driving her crazy, the ways she started clenching down on me. His rigid rod filled her poor rear to the brim, and every time she quivered with pleasure her core muscles were massaging him, trying to milk his cock.

His comrade briefly lifted his face from between her thighs, his lips and nose coated with her shame. "I keep telling you all, the best way to break a slave is with your tongue. Your cock's not much better than a cucumber, but good luck finding a master pussy licker lying around in the galley." He got back to work, greedily slurping up each new release, and playing with her clit in the brief delays between. He added his fingers to the mix as well, digging them into her hole while his long dexterous tongue circled her sensitive pearl.

" Any bets on how long before she passes out like with the captain? I better if I play with these..." the male straddling her rolled her hard nipples between his fingers as he drove back and for between her lovely mounds "she'll be cumming her brains out in no time." The pulled hard on those abused, but oh so sensitive teats, then dragged them towards opposite sides of her chest until they nearly touched, creating a tight cave in her cleavage for him to pleasure himself.

The Saurian taking her throat seemed far too distracted by her efforts for speech, as he just let out groans and grunts of satisfaction with each plunge into her deftly skilled mouth. Her tongue seemed to know EXACTLY where to caress his cock to send shivers through him, and her throat constricted each time he drove into that wet sheath. It helped that the efforts of his crew members were forcing Miria into moans of her own, vibrating and buzzing around his hardness. He was the first to release, spraying steaming seed down her throat, and filling her belly again with the filthy, yet somehow enticing, taste of alien semen. He pulled free agonizingly slowly, letting her skilled tongue lather over every inch of his scales before the tip popped free, nice and clean.

Before the next in line could claim her mouth again the one beneath her spoke. "Why don't we just get in straight from the whore's mouth? Ash, which one of us feels the best? You love having your ass stuffed to the brim, right?"

"Hey, that's cheating, you can't order her to give the answer you want. Ignore him whore, tell us what's REALLY got your cunt spraying like a firehose."

Letting herself be manhandled and abused by the Saurians only brought forth even more pleasure by itself. The collar made it clear her submission was not only approved, but encouraged. Encouraged to more of it. It was nothing like what she felt before, and thankfully or it would be too much along with the combined efforts from the pirates. But how could she feel it again?

There was no way to think about it, only her arousal would subconsciously push her to try and please them. Thoughts were driven out of her mind each time that thick cock pushed into her ass, dragging out muffled groans of bliss as her passage was simply trapped in an abyss of ecstasy, both holes emptying Miria's head and squeezing that dick and tongue in return. And her shame and state was more than obvious with how much of the Saurian's face was covered in a sheen of her juices, unable to stop him from making her squirt her brains out. If she had been more coherent and attentive to what they said, the Holian would have agreed to his statement, were it friendly banter in a bar.

Despite her uncanny Holian's endurance and stamina, Miria had already been sent to unconsciousness by their captain, and it seemed the topic was of interest to them. Were they trying to use the time well before she gave out or were they trying to make her pass out as well to prove they were equal or better than Fendrel? She'd have no way to know, but the Saurian fucking her tits had paid attention to those moments as he pinched her aching teats, rolling them around before pulling them to opposite sides. Her nipples hurt so blissfully, her heavy mounds forced to wrap around his cock by just the pink, tender buds. And just as he expected, Ash beneath him came almost on command by abusing her sensitive peaks.

Her body spasmed in a strong orgasm that stopped her efforts in jerking the other two's cocks and sent enough juices on Garlax's face that they might as well could've choked him through his nostrils. Her muffled cry was enough to send the cock in her throat over the edge as well, and finally he filled her stomach with his semen, a dirty but strangely arousing taste in her addled state. Slowly he pulled, feeling her tongue and throat massage his length with such dedication it almost made him cum a second time right after, strands of her saliva joining him to her lips before breaking apart.

The poor redhead kept bouncing in twitching muscles, mouth open to receive another cock only serving to make very vocal affirmations of the pleasure she was in. Then the Saurian fucking her ass said something, provoking an almost immediate obligation to agree fed by the collar. But the other pirates would have none of that. As her hands finally got back to jerk the others' cocks her head rose weakly, eyes almost completely unfocused giving the Saurians each a look before rearing again to moan as another orgasm drew close. "T-tongue... AH! Uuhnn... the tongue!"

The unbelievable tongue was momentarily replaced by scaley fingers, as her preferred partner came up for air long enough to declare victory. "HA! You see? I bet if you boys learned the finer points of cunt licking you wouldn't need to blow all your pay at the whore houses on shore leave." His thumb circled her exposed clit, while digits dug deep into her overflowing pussy, fingers dancing a counterpoint to the thick member ravaging her back door. He his voice almost cooed as he spoke to overstimulated woman. "That's a good slave. When you're honest with your masters, you get rewarded. But one question isn't enough. Tell us all how you like being a sex slave. Do you want us to stop, or should we keep fucking you?" He punctuated his last words by driving his fingers into the spot his tongue had seemed to be most effective at.

She was able to get out a few words, before a new pirate walked into her line of site, his veined cock stopping just above her nose. "Hey, stop making her talk. My dick isn't gonna suck itself."

Just then, the Saurian who'd been diligently thrusting away at her well stretched asshole put forth one more burst of energy before blowing his load deep within her bowels, frothy white liquid leaking out around her tight pucker to spill down onto the floor. Garlax immediately buried his face back between her thighs, eagerly lapping up the spray of juices that she released as the flood of hot jizz drove her to yet another orgasm.

"Fuck, her ass is like a fucking vice, and its like it's milking me every time she cums. Shift off so I can let one of the other boys get a turn at her backside."

The last remaining cock of the original group was still thrusting away between her marshmallow melons, but as his crewmate finished he grunted in fits of his own pleasure, reveling in the way her soft tit flesh wrapped around his cock, cocooning it in bliss. "Gimme a second, I'm RIGHT there. Open wide and say AHHHH whore." The tip of his cock keep popping in and out of her cleavage, reaching far enough to be met with a well timed lick. Moments later, his white seed fountained across Miria's face, a fraction landing within her mouth, but mostly leaving gob of hot stickiness plastered across her cheeks, neck, and chest. Her partner dismounted her on slightly wobbly legs. "Wooo. The cap'n sure knows how to pick em, doesn't he boys. What do you say we let her do the work now? What do you say Ash? Ready to ride a cock properly?"

Three of the eight crew members had at least been temporarily satisfied, and Garlax seemed happy enough with feasting on her releases, which left only have of this group remaining. With less distraction, her hand jobs could certainly improve, and her mouth was still free. Maybe she could earn herself a short break if she hurried she could earn herself a brief reprieve while the pirates got ready for round two.

"Hey, I'm not gonna complain about not needing to do work. Go on Ash, let's see what those hips of yours can do." The speaker was the last of the crew, who laid down with his huge erection pointing to the ceiling. The collar was was letting her know EXACTLY how good it would feel to climb on that dick and ride it for all she was worth, bliss coursing through her mind, even if the over stimulation of all her assaulters had slowed for the moment.

Now the only question was whether to feel that new spire of man meat sliding into her dripping cunt or sliding into her recently vacated back door.

The Saurian licking her cunt boasted his efforts, abusing Miria's tender weak spots with his fingers as he talked, driving the thick digits into her while demanding an answer. The poor Holian was foaming drool down the corners of her mouth as her entire body shook and convulsed, her battered pussy squirting more juices as words left her mind for a second, trying to regain her breath to answer lest the collar considered that worthy of punishment.

"Y-yeesh... Ggh, aaaah... K-keep..." Another Saurian stopped her from speaking, and soon placed his dick in front of her, his thick musk filling her nostrils but within moments Miria bathed that spire in her hot breath as she moaned with the pirate's release inside her ass. She could feel the copious amount of cum filling her rear, sending her quivering in mutual orgasm only to be kept on the high with the tongue diving back to lap up her juices. Her head weakly shook from side to side, as if silently asking them to stop sending such overwhelming sensations into her, but such things were futile in their pent up arousal.

As the one fucking her mounds drew close to his own climax, Miria looked down to stick out her tongue, but the Saurian needed little help as he soon burst out his seed right on her face and chest, the redhead only having to swallow a small part of it. What the pirates discussed among them was barely caught by Miria, who was picked up by the pirate who had fucked her ass and lifted up from his spire with an audible pop and a moan before being left on the floor. She lied on her side as her ass leaked some of that white seed, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure. She had no way to know how many orgasms they had forced her through, but she still had more cocks to please and though few, those precious moments to catch her breath were more than appreciated.

As she saw the last one lie on the floor the commands registered, collar encouraging her to ride him. "Mm-hmm..." She struggled for a second and went crawling to him, straddling him slowly just below his cock, for a moment noticing just how deep it would reach within her as it stood proud and erect against her stomach. Her hands went to his chest and she rose her hips, feeling the tip rub against her folds, and began to lower herself on it, giving the Saurian the opportunity to feel that velvet-soft passage coil around his member, twitching around it as if sucking him even deeper into her. As proof again of the impressive specimen she was, she took that whole man meat inside her, voluptuous body twitching lightly as she moaned, feeling his bulging warmth fill her. It took her a bit, but eventually Ash began to lift herself again before dropping on that cock, moving slowly at first, trying to get used to the blissful sensations that filled her loins and that the collar amplified before being able to please the rest of them that still hadn't climaxed.

While the crewmate's member could never hope to live up to the glory of being filled by Fendril's behemoth, his 8 inches was more than enough to spear deep into her core as she savored the delicious feeling of her folds being stretched wide. Her passage was so wet from the non-stop stream of orgasms, that she was able to sink effortlessly onto his impressive size and enjoy the completeness of being filled with a cock again. The collar approved, sending tingling sparks of pleasure running through her diamond nipples and the sensitive nerves within her pussy. Each time she lifted off that dick a new jolt of pleasure encouraged her to drop back down, to pick up the pace, to please her master, regardless of what her body could take. "Mhmmmm, that's good girl. You love it don't you. Take it all in. Let me see you grind yourself on my cock."

Once she had a decent rhythm going, Garlax knelt behind her, his hardness rubbing against her still dripping rear with each mind numbing decent onto that spire. "That's a good slave. Just like you're told. Good slave's get rewarded. Do you want me to squeeze those big udders of yours? Ask your mastering a proper slave, and I'll make them feel incredible."

Without waiting for a reply, his arms wrapped around her back to grasp her swinging melons in masterful fingers. His hands were still dripping with her release, and that warm slickness only made his touch more irresistible. He clearly knew that she would be more than willing to beg for his touch, and instilling that yearning was a key part of her training.

To his annoyance, the remaining three pirates were not especially patient. "Enough stalling slut. If I need to make do with a hand job, I at least expect a decent one. Next time you blue balls me like that I'll shove a cactus up your ass. Now get to work." Her two neglected partners from before presented their dicks for her hands to caress, while the last remaining pirate stepped forward to put his pungent groin directly beneath her nose. He didn't bother saying anything, instead snapping clawed fingers and pointing at the erect member. The sensations of bliss the collar sent pounding through her body suddenly shifted to a jolt of pain, as the collar chastised her for displeasing her masters. It seemed it wasn't great about prioritizing different orders, failure was failure, and she would need to keep that in mind if she wanted to avoid that in the future.

Garlax growled in frustration as she bucked in pain, before cooing into her ear. "There there, you'll do better next time. You want to be a good slave, don't you? You just want to please your masters. That's it, nice long strokes. Try alternating hands so you get in a rhythm. Just like that. Don't swallow his dick so deep you get distracted, pace yourself so everyone gets your attention. Good, just like that." His words of gentle encouragement were accompanied by his fingers groping and molding her huge breasts, rubbing the recent coat of cum into her skin like lotion. Each time one of his compatriots let out a grunt of pleasure he rewarded her with a pinch or twist to her delicate nubs, hot fingers knowing exactly the right strength to sit on the board of maximum pleasure and discomfort. All the while, the collar was recognizing his words as praise from a master, and continually ramping up its own rewards. Her clit had become a beacon of pure bliss, pulsing with pleasure each time her hips slapped against her partner's. Her mouth had regained some of its sensitivity from before, making her fallatio efforts just as pleasant for her as the Saurian she served.

Garlax smiled as he felt Ash shudder her way through another orgasm, only slightly throwing off her tempo. He couldn't understand why the others went on and on about punishing slaves, when rewarding them was SO much more effective. He suspected they could have shocked this warrior all day, and she'd still have bitten one of their cocks off given the chance, but make her WANT to use her body to please them, and she'd be the greatest concubine the galaxy had ever seen....and she'd know which of them had shown her kindness. A bit of patience now, and he knew who's bunk she'd be slipping into once the collar started prompting her to proactively serve.

New waves of sparks burst in her quivering passage as the member made its way into her battered core. Ash was so sensitive from the nigh-endless orgasms and advances that it was almost unbearable to feel as much as a graze, mind helplessly sinking in an ocean of pleasure. And the collar did its work with perfection, as obeying the commands of these brutes rewarded her with more bliss in her weakest erogenous zones. It was herself that moved her body up and down, impaling herself on the throbbing spire, not the collar, even though it seemed that the wicked artifact was almost moving the muscles to keep pleasing the pirates and send more rapture into her nerves.

Suddenly, she felt one of them kneel and pile up behind her, a small fear of being penetrated again until she noticed it was Garlax's voice. She wouldn't know what she feared, if being raped again in her ass or how good it would feel. His question demanded an answer, as per the collar's rules, and the poor Holian could not resist the temptation as she weakly nodded. "Y-yes... P-please master, squeeze these udders..."

His touch, covered in her own juices, made the fingers travel seamlessly over the curvature of those mounds, making her groan lowly between the higher pitched moans as she kept grinding and slamming down on that cock. However, it was shortly interrupted as the previous pirates gathered in front of her, demanding proper service. The shock came again, tormenting Miria until she reached up and grasped the pair of cocks and opened her mouth.

Her sensitivity was so abnormally high the shocks only felt even worse than before. Without delay she began to stroke them, working quickly on their bases before squeezing slowly up to their tips before repeating the pattern. She took the other dick in her mouth, trying to gulf it down in response but Garlax's voice cooed again, as if reassuring her that taking her time as long as she obeyed would be more than good enough. So she did, she began to please the others with more skill and without hurry, and soon enough the collar turned her throat's and clit's sensitivity up to eleven, making her eyes glass over and shudder as she began to grind in sexual desperation at the approaching climax.

"MMMFFF!! Uhnngn mmff! Ash grasped the rhythm well enough now, her body breaking it as the peak bombarded her brain with bliss but riding the aftershocks with sufficient effort in stroking and sucking the others. All the while Garlax's hands were making her large tits simply melt in his grasp, oblivious to how she unknowingly rested her back against him while continuing her work.

Mira's peerless skills were on full display, as she devoted her full attention to pleasing her pirate captors. The salty taste of precum soon hit her tongue, an unmistakable sign of how her attentions were driving the Saurian wild. Her dexterous digits played along the rigid shafts of man meat to the frequent grunts of pleasure of her two other clients, hot palms wrapping tightly and caressing them each in turn.

"Damn, now that's more like it. Mmmm. Don't forget to get all the way to the hea....FUCK. Exactly like that. This slut sure knows her way around a cock."

Each time a pirate praised her, the collar sent a new jolt of bliss running through her already overstimulated body. The physical effort of riding out the endless string of forced orgasms would have left any human woman unconscious long ago.....how long had she been at this anyway? Time had no meaning when the world comprised of only two things: cocks and pleasure.

As if to emphasize that point, the partner she'd been so diligently riding seemed to be getting close to his limit, as clawed fingers wrapped around her hips and began pulling her down onto his scaled spire more furiously. Each time he let her rise back up, the scales dragged deliciously along her inner walls, only adding to her bliss. The effect was amplified even more as her pussy clenched down with a new gush of juices as she came again, dousing her master in her shame.

"If you think she's good with her hands, wait til you feel her cunt. She's sure as hell earning that name, because my cock feels like ots going to melt inside her." He grunted in pleasure as his next particularly deep thrust slapped between her legs. "Get ready bitch. I don't want you passing out on me when I fill you with this load."

Meanwhile, Garlax had switched from focusing entirely on groping her oh so squeezable breasts to also toying with her rock hard nipples. His thumbs circle each pink bud, before rolling and tweeking them firmly between skillful fingers. As he felt her lean back into him, he grinned, pinching down and pulling her engorged teats so they stretched out in front of her heaving chest.

"You hear that slave? Your master is so pleased with you he's going to do you the honor of filling you with his seed. Aren't you lucky? Be sure to thank him properly once your mouth is less busy. For now, it looks like your poor clit isn't getting the attention it deserves. A diligent slave shouldn't rely just on her collar to reward her."

One hand dropped her lovely breast all together and instead went to her vulnerable clit. As her hips rise and fall in an ever faster pace, dictated by the pirate filling her pussy to the brim, Garlax assaults her hypersensitive love button with a will, his fingers rubbing furiously over her exposed nerve bundle, with an incredible sense of pacing and pinpoint precision to drive her into yet another gushing release. His fingers never stop dancing even as he feels her spasming against his chest, unwilling to let her come down from the high of ecstacy until.....

The Saurian she'd been riding, driven over the edge by her non-stop convulsions, let out a roar of dominance as his talons dug deep into her fair skin, slamming her down against his hips and emptying his loins into the deepest core of the crimson haired slave. He shuddered with the indescribable pleasure of being wrapped within Miria's perfect pussy, as pulse after pulse of steaming jizz filled her to the brim.

The collar rewarded her dutiful efforts by enhancing the sensation of the hot liquid coursing inside her, the feeling of being stuffed so full and the delightful stretching of being spread wide by a glorious cock was being written into the very synapses of her brain by the overwhelming bliss the collar was forcing on her. All the while, it increased the sensitivity of the rest of her body, enhancing Garlax's efforts at her breasts and clit.

He pulled her back against him as he saw her flagging under the onslaught of sensation, her knees trembling. "I bet that felt good, didn't it Ash? You don't get a break just yet though. You still need to take care of your other masters." He looked up at the Saurian filling her mouth. "Maybe she needs a bit less to focus on. Why don't you just grab her head and have at it? She should be able to handle just two hand jobs at once, even if she does seem kinda out of it."

The brute needed no more encouragement, taking a handful of her crimson hair in each hand and driving his thick cock forwards, until he was wedged deep down her throat. He swung his hips back and forth, fucking the former warrior's now well used mouth, the collar's effects transforming the otherwise brutal rape into the feeling of a delightfully rough feeling of having her pussy filled. It turned her tongue into a new erogenous zone, encouraging her to run it up and down the scaled dick filling her mouth.

It quickly became clear that between her earlier attentions and his new savage efforts, the pirate's stamina was at its limit. He pulled sharply on her head as he swung his hips forward, hilting himself in her throat as he groaned in pleasure and filled her belly with cum. "Swallow" was the only instruction he gave, as he held her in place through his climax, until her gulping throat muscles rung the last drops of seed from his cock. He relaxed his grip and pulled back, giving her the chance to catch her breath, and finally focus her full attention on the pair of cocks in her hands.

As more time passed, the group of Saurians felt more and more engrossed and pleased by Miria's amazing skills, as abused, dazed and tired as she was after all the ordeals she's been put through, like meat through a grinder. But at the time, it didn't feel like that at all for the poor Holian, as the collar had been tampering with her senses and sensations the whole while, bringing forth an indescribable amount of pleasure to her battered brain, encouraging to serve them more and more.

Even as she rode and was forced to impale herself on the thick Saurian's cock her body was struck by orgasms after orgasms in an endless wave. The phallus filling her mouth felt and tasted sublime as his musk fed directly into her nostrils and lungs. Resting against Garlax, Ash stroke the other pair of cocks with constant, dexterous expertise until the pirates decided to have more fun with her reactions. The strange Saurian pulled on her nipples, stretching her heavy pair of tits out for everyone's viewing pleasure and Miria's own carnal one. She enjoyed the feeling of the pinch on her delicate teats, and the weight of her own mounds stretching them even more, and by the way her pussy tightened around the other's cock and her moans vibrated directly into the different dick it was clear to them as well.

But as Garlax offered to please her ignored clit, Miria shook her head even though her eyes reflected the pleasure running through her body. He'd feel that poor love button drenched in her juices, and the moment he touched it Miria's back arched and her entire body jolted as if feeling a current pierce her nerves. The redhead twitched and spasmed shamefully in front of the pirates as her efforts ceased completely, moaning at the top of her lungs, muffled by the spire of meat.

Her eyes fluttered and rolled back as a powerful string of orgasms kept wrecking her inner core and sense of self, juices squirting like a fountain on the Saurian and floor beneath her. That same pirate felt his cock being wrung unlike any other girl he had taken before, with a vice and texture that finally squeezed the semen out of his loins, and like a final nail on the coffin the sensation of his cum filling up her womb and cunt caused a bliss enhanced by the collar that completely blanked Miria's mind and overwrote any thoughts with the hard code of pleasure and sex. All the while Garlax's efforts were breaking her until it was clear the poor Holian was limp after who knows how long that ecstasy lasted.

The only indication she was not completely fainted was that her hands still clung to the pair of dicks, like trying to cling to the final sliver of consciousness in her, despite the look on her face of being out of it. She couldn't even respond to Garlax's questions, and offered no resistance as the Saurian fucked her mouth, filling the room with the lewd sounds of her throat expanding and contracting around his girth. As the collar made sure she felt her mouth like a second pussy, light quivers returned to her body until streams of cum erupted inside her again, this time filling her stomach to the brim. And even then, her mouth and tongue gulped the last drop, finally letting that cock out of her mouth as a trail of saliva kept them joined until the pirate moved away further at last.

"Uhhnn, aaahhhn... guhh..." Her heavy breasts heaved with deep breaths that shuddered with the aftershocks of her climaxes that might as well have been permanent for all they have put her through. It was clear to the pirates that Ash was on her last moments of consciousness, stamina all spent, with how languid her stroking of the pair of cocks became. Still, the group of Saurians could very well enjoy the arousal and pride of having tired out a mighty Holian by fucking her brains out; any other woman would have blacked out long, long ago.

The fire haired slut leaned back limply against Garlax as he took a moment to savor a job well done. Her cum soaked breasts rose and fell with each moaning breath pressed into his palm, and her groin quivered with the aftershocks of release. She was perfect. Ash had taken more punishment than any slave he'd worked on, but this was a good first step towards indoctrinating her into a new life. With her mind overloaded with endless orgasms, she'd be a blank slate for the REAL training. It was one thing to addict a girl to the pleasure a collar could provide, but that would just make a junkie, no better than shooting her up with stims or filling her nose with moondust. Proper slaves served for the love of pleasing their masters, and Ash was ready to learn the true joy of servitude....

"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU LIMP DICK PUSSY LICKER! This is why you leave pleasuring slaves to the collar!" One of the pirates who'd been enjoying Miria's hands shoved Garlax aside, just as he was leaning forward to whisper commands in Miria's ear. "After all that waiting, you went and wore her out just when she was starting to put some real effort in. Well I'm sure as hell not going to let you blue ball me." He turned to his unsatisfied comrade. "Her holes are still good, even if she's too tired out to use them properly. I'll take her ass, and you can pound that sweet pussy."

Garlax briefly tried to object as the crewman moved behind the exhausted slave and hoisted her up by her trembling thighs just above the knees, lifting her so her legs were pressed up against her chest. Her spread legs left her abused cunt, still dripping with a foaming mix of semen and her own fluids, fully exposed the the entire crew. The last remaining pirate grinned maliciously as he stepped up to align his raging hard on, looking into her glassy eyes. His flat hand reached up and cracked across her face, trying to cruely slap some last bit of sense into her long enough to appreciate her predicament. "HEY! Look at me whore! This is what you get for being lazy. If you had jacked us off properly, you'd be getting a break now. Instead, we're gonna fuck you senseless, and you get to sleep it off on the floor."

The pair didn't waste any more time on words, dropping her down onto the ready twin spires and claiming her holes once more. After such heavy abuse, her ass and pussy both parted easily, lubricated by the accumulated seed of crew members and captain alike. The pirates didn't bother taking things slow or gently, pressing their hips forward in long powerful thrusts. They didn't bother to try to synchronize their fucking or care at all for her pleasure. The once fearsome warrior had been relogated to the status of fuck toy and cum dumpster, a piece of meat with holes, too drunk on pleasure to even serve as a slave.

And oh the pleasure. Aside from the feeling of being deliciously spread by two porn quality cocks, scales dragging along inner walls and reaching her deepest core, the collar had no mercy for the already exhausted slave. Her ass and pussy were on fire with pleasure, a crescendo of its twisted training, transforming the mixed bliss and agony of her ravishing into an experience few in the galaxy had the chance to experience. Her body stopped existing except where it wrapped around pillars of cock, the electrical impulses of the collar entirely overwriting every other sensation and allowing no distractions from the unbelievable feeling of being taken. The heat, the thickness, the force, each thrust somehow became the perfect spark for a new round of release and the collar drove her already exhausted body to its limit, then beyond, and then to the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.

Even then, the pirate pair didn't slow their non-stop pounding, grinning to each other as they took their fill of her limp body. No words were exchanged, but they clearly took pride in their ability to so completely defeat the woman who had so nearly bested their captain. Her senseless body still reacted instinctively to the scaled invaders, clenching and tightening her inner walls, milking the long rods as they drove into ass and cunt again and again. The collar, perhaps not recognizing her senseless state, perhaps not caring, still tried to reward her as a dutiful slave, seeding her subconscious dreams with visions of endless orgasmic bliss.

All the while, Garlax watched on in disgust. This wasn't training, it was pure self gratification. He could already tell that Miria had the skills and body to be a truly elite courtesan, an artist of sexual delights like the galaxy had rarely seen. She was a piece of the most pristine marble, just waiting for a master to sculpt her to his will.....and these buffoons had just broken off a chunk as a paperweight. Sadly, he doubted things would change. He stared as the remaining crew rubbed their throbbing cocks to the sight of Ash's complete and total defilement, until her tormentors finally exploded inside her, hot seed staining her womb and rear, before being unceremoniously dumped on the cum covered metal floor. Each Saurian joined in the pair in spraying gooey ropes of thick cum over the Holion's Amazonian body, laughing at their captive's utter conquest.

"I'd say the captain'll be satisficed with that for breaking her in, wouldn't you boys? Let's go hit the mess. Who knew slave training would build up such an appetite."

He looked back at Garlax, who was simply looking on blank faced. "Not you pussy licker. Its your fault she was too out of it to clean up after herself, so YOU get to do it. I want to be able to eat off that floor by tonight, and you might as well hose off the bitch while you're at it. The captain might want to use her again later, and he likes his slaves to show up neat and tidy before he soils them."

The gang of laughing Saurians walked out, leaving the would be slave trainer and the broken warrior alone in their despair.

The impressive onslaught of orgasms caused by his relentless flicking of her sensitive clitoris had wrecked Miria's mind and soul completely. There was nothing in her head, she could only feel the sublime sensation of cum in her cunt, blissful waves of aftershocks rippling through her body and Garlax's own heat pressed against her. Garlax had her right where he wanted; the overwhelming abuse of her body and intoxicating pleasure from the collar had already left her ready to become Ash, the slave. However, there was only one person in that room that actually had given any thought about that, and that person was pushed aside.

The pirates' voices were lost on her. Even as they shoved Garlax aside, the redhead swayed weakly, just short of falling before being grabbed the pirates that she had been stroking. The Saurian stared with words unable to come out of his mouth as his partners carried and lifted Miria up. "Uuh, ahh..." Her trembling legs shuddered against his strong hands, torso limply falling back against chest as her head lolled around, eyes showing nothing but whites as her legs were folded up and spread to expose her battered pussy and ass to the crew one last time. Her knees pressing against her chest made her already impressive tits bulge out even more to their viewing pleasure.

"AUUHH!!"The other's slap did knock just enough sense into her for her eyes to come back to look at him, yet unfocused and half-lidded. His words barely registered as drool escaped from the corners of her mouth, barely conscious to know what was going on. Ash could tell she was being carried, spread open to be used like a toy for them but without enough reason and energy to do anything about it. And there was no time for that either, as the pair pulled her down without ado on top of their raging hard ons.

The two cocks impaled her easily and without issue, but the first dual thrust alone was enough to make the poor Holian cum again, her back arching and head thrown back as the onslaught resumed. She had lost any sense of time long ago, there was only pleasure and cocks. She could not even feel her own legs and arms anymore, bouncing up and down with every thrust. She could only feel her two holes being spread apart so clearly, each scale dragging along her insides as if intent on marking her. There were almost no moans coming out of her anymore, only terribly exhausted groans of pleasure. The once mighty Holian had been kept docile by the collar but now she was broken, manhandled like a ragdoll amongst the crew.

The collar never stopped. It came to a point that her over-sensitive body had enough and finally her mind shut down in a collapse of overwhelming pleasure. Her stamina had been squeezed dry and her brain turned to mush; Ash let out a final cry of lust that died down slowly until she finally turned silent, and her eyes that had rolled back finally closed completely. And yet, her body kept twitching and spasming as it knew no rest, for all the while their pair of pirates and the collar bombarded her every nerve with more and more bliss as they kept fucking her and messing with her mind, driving home even more visions of being taken while she drifted off in the dark.

Finally the two exploded inside, and as they popped out free her two holes leaked a stream of cum and juices to the floor before being tossed to the floor. Her ample breasts jiggled and bounced as even lying there Ash kept twitching in a neverending state of climax. It was in that state that the others released the last of their tension as well, painting the battered Holian white with their seed. Ash was left on the floor, completely broken and defiled, a fearsome warrior simply fucked into utter submission and unconsciousness. She knew nothing but pleasure for who knew how long until she was left alone with Garlax there, and for a moment she had been left ready to be trained, but now she was unable to learn anything of the sort. This he knew as he was also left and discarded by his fellows.