Iria blushed faintly as her mistress approached. But she did not back away as Ai'rani reached out for one of her mountainous breasts. "Uhhnn.." She did not have time to react as the alien woman immediately latched onto a nipple. A single suck was all it took and milk began to flow into the woman's hungry mouth. The tip of her mistress's tongue lightly traced her nipple in a way that left her mind numb. Her legs wobbled and grew weak. Her sensitive peak ached and began to pulse rapidly as it was overstimulated. It hardened and swelled until the Midrozi had a small finger sized nub to suckle on. Milk flowed freely, naturally her giant breasts was now holding a large amount of milk thanks to the drugs the human took. It felt so amazing but Iria did not fall. She swayed weakly, allowing her mistress to feast on her tits for as long as she wished. Hands ran up and down her swollen mounds, feeling the ripples of pleasure flow through entire body.

Ai'rani didn't plan to drink for long, but the moment she tasted that creamy fluid one hand snaked down, ever so skilfully stroking and teasing Iria's sex, linking someone drinking from her breasts with even more pleasure. Within seconds it was over, timing it just right so that she stopped just before Iria was about to collapse from the pleasure overloading her mind and body. She walked back towards the bed without a second glance, the last sight Iria would see of her face was her tongue licking her lips before her long white hair flicked into view.

I was going to make you sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed ... but you've been such a good pet that you can sleep on the bed at my feet. Ai'rani remarked as she let her dress fall off her and crumple on the floor, climbing onto the bed and the silky alien sheets naked. Put my dress on a hanger over there first though pet. She gestured towards an open wardrobe, devoid of any high technology and remarkably similar to a human one in terms of layout, if not the contents. Inside was a wide range of garments, for both Ai'rani and a pet. There was also a wall covered with sex and disciplinary toys, many very exotic.

By the time Iria would of managed to get the dress on a hanger and turned back to the main bedroom Ai'rani was under the sheets, lying flat on her back with her head lolled to the side, watching Iria through half closed eyes to wait and see just where Iria went to sleep.

The former agent was panting heavily. Her cheeks flushed as soft moans escaped her throat. She swayed there on wobbling knees as her mistress moved back towards the bed. "Y-Yes, mistress," she replied, taking the dress and taking it carefully over to the hanger. She felt happy that she earned the right to sleep on the foot of the bed rather than on the floor. The contents of the open wardrobe did not phase the slave. Programmed that she had been here longer than she had been, she considered the sex toys to be normal. The busty agent was quick to return to her mistress's bed. Sleep was calling the human as well.

She climbed onto the foot of the bed. Giving a last look at her mistress, she busty amazon curled up on the sheets. With no covers, she relied on her own body heat to keep her warm. Her arms wrapped around her knees, pulling them close to her giant breasts. Curled up, her eyes closed as sleep quickly took her.

Ai’rani shifted a little as Iria settled down onto the bed, ensuring that the human would find herself curling up against her feet. Just like a pet. She smiled ever so softly to herself, a glint of twisted pleasure in her eyes as she let the mask that she normally wore drop away in the concealing darkness as sleep sought to claim the white skinned alien. Her eyes drifted closed, her feet pressed up against the warm body that was the ex-ADD agent. Who was, for the first time ever since her capture, finally allowed to sleep freely and unmolested by dreams or nightmares.

It would be eight hours before Ai’rani’s eyes flickered open again, the lights in the room responding automatically and slowly growing in brightness. Like most rooms high in the Spire Ai’rani’s room was a mix of primitive barely any technology, and technology that outstripped nearly any other in the universe.

Such technology was expensive to produce after all, and it was cheaper for the Midrozi to instead use slaves, especially if that simply became part of their training regime and would later add value. Ai’rani shifted, her feet idly prodding where Iria had been, providing some gentle stimulation to her breasts if she was still there. Likewise Ai'rani let her psychic awareness filter out, a gentle prod at Iria's mind to find out her current mental state.

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Sleep took Iria almost immediately the moment she curled up at the foot of the bed. Any prodding does not reveal anything drastically wrong beyond confusion here and there in the woman's memories. But with no time to really analyze any mistakes, it was doubtful Iria would know that anything was wrong. The former agent did not have the will to question her new existence much less know how to even start should she want to find the truth. This was her life now and the rest of her mind would gradually come to terms with it. With her real memories lost, there was no other life she could go back to now.

Ai'rani slept lightly, drifting in and out with a few mental proddings ensuring that Iria's sleep was dream, or nightmare, free. Letting the human have the blissfulness that was sleep, to have her mind unassaulted by anything. She did one last check of the 'memories' the human would have of her life, and found nothing wrong with them. Iria was a broken pet, whose entire life revolved around Ai'rani, and whose every memory came from serving Ai'rani. To not be doing so would have become an alien concept, and some psychic blocks subtly put in place ensured that she would struggle to even think of doing something else.

When Ai'rani awoke she yawned lightly, feet shifting and rubbing against Iria as the human slept the sleep of the totally exhausted. The Midrozi considered for a moment before a mental prod would send awareness flowing back into Iria, the human waking up slowly as Ai'rani sparked very specific reactions in her brain.

"Time to wake up pet ... make me some breakfast." Ai'rani cooed the moment Iria was aware enough to understand the words, making no move to get out of bed. Iria's new memories included knowledge of where the kitchen was in Ai'rani's room, as well as giving her some different recepies for breakfast dishes she could make for a Jarri.

The sleep did Iria some good at least physically. But mentally, it was the final nails on her coffin. Her brain sorted the new memories and anything beyond her life of servitude would require her to push and think real hard. With her current thoughts being nothing but serving her mistress, such a thing was practically impossible for the defeated agent.

She was prodded gently and like a cat she was instantly awake. The amazon sat up, yawning and stretching before getting off the bed. "Yes, Mistress," she replied, immediately heading for the kitchen. The agent originally had no knowledge of cooking. She ate simple foods and focused purely on fighting and training. Now, she had extensive information on various alien recipes. The former agent searched through the shelves and pressed some keys until she found all the ingredients she was looking for. Soon the smell of some spicy foods would fill the room.

With high technology, it did not take long to create a worthy breakfast. Her own stomach was growling but she did not dare taste the food herself. The slave soon returned to Ai'rani's bedroom. She stood tall, carrying the tray while wearing nothing at all. Her breasts were nice and full of milk should her mistress wish to feast on her body once more. The human woman would carry the tray over to the side of the bed and set it down so Ai'rani could reach the food easily. "Your breakfast, Mistress." Her arms would rest infront of her, making them push against the sides of her mountainous breasts. It was second nature to make herself as enticing as possible for her mistress and the Midrozi master race. She would wait where she was until dismissed or if further is asked of her.

Ai'rani relaxed in her bed as she waited for Iria to finish cooking her breakfast, the scent making her mouth water in anticipation. She spent her time waiting by focusing on Iria's mind, doing a last few checks of it and making sure everything was in order. She didn't expect anything to be wrong, but it paid to be sure of these things.

When Iria brought out her breakfast the human earned a brief smile from Ai'rani, the Midrozi triggering a mental rush of pleasure the moment Iria's eyes saw that expression. She sat up in the bed, starting to eat the food that had been prepared for her without a second glance at Iria. She gave no indication that she was happy with the food, but Iria would feel a spreading sense of contentment as she watched Ai'rani eat something the human had prepared for her.

Only when the plate was done did she turn to face Iria, and one hand reached out and gently stroked the humans sensitive breasts, nerves being triggered and sending rushes of pleasure through the humans body at the expert touch of those fingers. "Give me one of your breasts." She ordered, voice silky smooth as her fingers continued to rub and tease the breast and nipple.

A shiver ran down Iria's spine as she earned her mistress's smile and watched her eat the food she prepared. Her nipples hardened before the Midrozi's eyes and the former agent could feel her slit growing nice and moist. The amazon was hopelessly enthralled, willing to do anything the alien woman desired. Nothing else mattered to her anymore. Her existence revolved entirely around this Jarri.

The broken warrior grew weak in the knees as fingers lightly traced her breasts. She groaned as her eyes fluttered shut. Her back arched, thrusting those massive jugs forward to be touched more by those wonderful hands. Her breasts pulsed and throbbed with her hot blood, firming immediately by the direct stimulation of her nerves. Her nipples ached, hardening and poking from those swollen areolae. "Yes, Mistress," she half groaned to Ai'rani's order. She took a step forward, offering her chest to her mistress. With how heavy and full her breasts were, the lactation drugs seemed to be working perfectly.

Ai'rani smiled up at Iria again, sparking another flush of mental pleasure, before her lips pushed forward and engulfed one of Iria's nipples, suckling on the throbbing milk filled breast to draw out that delicious cream. She drank deeply from Iria for only a few seconds, but her lips were gently rubbing against nerve clusters, and her tongue danced across the nipple as milk spurted out. She added in a psychic wave of bliss, linking the feeling to that of milk being sucked out of Iria's breast.

When she had finished Ai'rani pulled back, tongue giving the nipple one last teasing stroke as the Jarri sat up in bed. Good pet. She cooed after giving Iria a few moments to start recovering from the sensations that had just raged through her body. She slipped out of the bed and moved towards the wardrobe, opening it and choosing an outfit for herself. The outfit she picked is made up of three long scarf's. The first scarf is a solid gold, with silver 'chains' patterned on it. The second is a blend of gold and silver threads, and is partly translucent. The third is almost sheer, and gives a sparkle to anything it covers from scattered diamond pieces. A projection of the outfit appears in the middle of the wardrobe, and Ai'rani walks back over to her bed. Fetch the garments to make that up pet. She orders Iria, taking a seat on the side of the bed as she settles in to wait for Iria to find them, and than help the Jarri Elite dress.

The amazon woman was moaning as she was fed pleasure both physically and mentally. Milk flowed freely into the Midrozi's suckling lips. Iria swayed, swooning before the touch of her mistress. Her cheeks flushed as she felt her entire body tingle. She could feel herself becoming dripping wet between her thighs. Even without the mental manipulations, Iria could not deny how good it felt releasing all that pressure in her heavy milk filled tits.

Breathing deeply, she did her best to control herself and recover as new orders were given. A halographic projection revealed the garments that the Jarri wanted to wear. "Yes, Mistress," she complied and began searching through the drawers and closets for the three long scarves. Once found, she would immediately return and begin slipping them on Ai'rani to match the image shown.

Ai'rani waited patiently for the ex-ADD agent, and now pet, Iria to find the outfit she had chosen for today. She rose gracefully when the human returned with the clothes that made up her desired outfit, moving her body around as Iria dressed her, letting the human do most of the work involved in layering the three bolts of cloth onto her, draped ever so perfectly over her lithe form. Her white hair flowed perfectly down her back, the alien smiling again at Iria, a psychic wave of pleasure spreading through the agents mind at the sight.

Now I have something new for you to do today. That is ... if your a good pet. Ai'rani's hands darted out, one going towards one of Iria's breasts, the oh so skilled fingers teasing and caressing the large sensitive orb, the other moving between her thighs, stroking her slick lips, teasing them and sending waves of bliss into the human's body from her chest and her groin. And you are a good pet aren't you?

The former agent relied on the memories that had been imprinted into her brain to guide her on how to properly attire her mistress. Being able to touch the alien woman was reward enough for the simple human slave. When her mistress smiled, her thoughts bubbled with pleasant sensations that rippled through the rest of her body. Her nipples hardened as her juices flowed down her inner thighs. Her luscious and powerful body was Ai'rani's to play with however she wished.

The Midrozi woman stroked her swollen tit and ran fingers along her puffing netherlips. Iria groaned, her eyes closing as she parted her thighs for her mistress to easily access her. "Ahhh... Y-Yes Mistress!" she gasped, her body swaying from the intense pleasure crashing through her senses right now. A mere touch of those skilled fingers was all it took to leave the amazon whimpering in delight.

Good. Ai'rani's eyes glittered with satisfaction at Iria's reaction to her stroking touched, using those slender fingers to work the humans body and drown her already submissive mind in pleasurable bliss. She continued to work Iria's body, trying to push the women towards a climax, her psychic powers reinforcing the physical pleasure that the amazon slave was feeling.

Her hands withdrew just before Iria orgasmed, the women walking towards the door. I am heading out to arrange something. Make sure you prepare yourself something to eat while I am gone pet. She said over her shoulder at Iria's still pleasure filled form, the door sliding open and than closed behind the elegant alien, leaving Iria alone. For now at least. Outside Ai'rani gave orders to the two guards, telling the pair of male warriors that in half an hour they could enter the room and use Iria. She doubted Iria would be able to calm her body down by then, and that was plenty of time for her to prepare and eat something to keep her energy levels up.

The amazon woman was practically resting her full weight against the trainer's delicate touch. Her juicy insides were churned to a froth as they began to twitch and violently spasm with each stimulating touch. "Oooohhhhnnnn!" Iria was groaning helplessly as juices flowed like a river over Ai'rani's fingers and down her muscular thighs. Higher and higher her pleasure rose until she was at the breaking point.

But it never came. Her mistress's fingers left her burning in desperate desire. The tension and lack of release was almost enough to make Iria shed tears as she stared wantonly at the woman she could not take unless ordered to. Weak knees fold as she slumped before the Midrozi woman. She nodded slowly to the woman's order. "Y-Yes, Mistress." The alien left her alone in the woman's chamber. As ordered, she willed herself back to her feet and began to prepare a meal for herself. Her nude body glistened with sweat from all the heat and tension still wrecking havoc inside her body. She had no idea that soon she was going to have company.