He took the pills from her and had realized that a group of them blocked his abilities without being consumed, just being gathered up in close proximity to one another provided a little protection it seemed. She had done well though and he increased the sensations that she was “inhaling”.

You did well. Without being able to read Blue the disclosure of what was in the room had been new to him.

A woman? Hm, a private washroom too I suspected that one though since he does not seem to use the other. He allowed her to join him for eating, he was in a good mood. He even allowed her the clothes that she had selected earlier.

We will go shopping again when we reach planet fall. Until then she would have to deal with the skimpy outfits though it had been a few days later where she heard a heavy clanking noise as something had been flung upon metal. One of the aliens with her left to investigate, the other remained though he had continued working suspecting nothing unusual at the time not until a few minutes had past at least and the blue scaled fish gazed to her. “What is keeping him? Go check it out.”

Alexandra said nothing though she began to breathe deeper as she felt that sweet musk fill her senses. A faint smile spread across her face, enjoying the pleasured high she received for doing well. The rest of the so called rewards meant little to her. She ate dinner and slept in a warm bed. Things were routine after that as she continued to work with the engineers of the ship.

The loud noise drew everyone's attention and one technician went to investigate. When he did not return, Alexandra was ordered to go see next. Being a slave, she had no say in the matter as she went searching for the alien that left earlier.

Ah, Alex ... She had discovered Fafner at the source of that sound. Both the orange fish-like creature and Blue had been unconscious though by the looks of matters Blue had been violently flung against the wall, the other alien probably unfortunate in seeing what had happened to his boss.

She had been appraised briefly of the matter. He was getting glimpses into Blue's head now though he had been confronted about the pills just now and had to act. It was a matter of time before the latest dose wore off and he had Blue and the other alien thrown in the cell that had once been used for Amanda and Ama. This time he gathered up the other brother for good measure and had the three of them sharing a cell.

Soon I will acquire what I need from him. While we are in hyperspace we are on auto pilot and I have already stolen the means of piloting from him once we reach our destination.

For the remainder of the trip you will focus on your culinary skills though there is little that you can make that would be truly exciting with the lack of ingredients available … you are also to take care of the woman too. If she's being restrained in some fashion you may release her, it's not as if she can escape after all.

He still had to figure out what he was going to do with Alex, let alone a new slave though for now he seemed content in letting Alex fulfill a domestic role or rather begin training there.

Alexandra found her master around two unconcious aliens, one of them being Blue. It seems Fafner's take over was complete though it did not mean much for the trapped agent. She was not even sure why he was explaining his plan to her. She was a slave so such information would do little for her especially now when the plan was already completed. Her next task was simple. She was to learn how to cook instead of work on maintenance. Alexandra just nodded obediently and took her leave. This ship had few ingredients to speak of and it was doubtful there were any cookbooks either. But she remained in the kitchen and worked there to prepare meals for the ship.

Her other responsibility was with the blind alien in the cage. She returned to Blue's room and simply unlocked and opened the cage. "Master said you are free to move about," Alexandra said to the woman, "If you follow me, you may be able to get some food. I cannot claim it will be the best though." She had no real use for the alien woman but maybe she can taste the food the enslaved agent makes. It was better than being locked in a cage at least.

Master? So she was a prisoner too and this would not be mistaken as escape but rather the exchange of one Master for another though a blind slave had little value. She nodded and was lead out of the cage. She was quite large too now that she was standing side by side with her she could tell the difference though she ate and had been generally silent for the most part allowing the sounds to come to her ears in attempt of understanding what was going on around her.

There were no exciting dishes to attempt to make as the ship had pretty much the bare necessities to provide nourishment. She had five people to cook food in addition to preparing her own meals though Fafner did not seem to mind all too much that she wasn't the greatest cook as of yet and no one else could be picky about what they ate.

On occasion she still had to deal with some maintenance though the little cosmetic stuff she no longer had to bother with, it was clear that Fafner was going to ditch the craft or did not wish to overload her with too much seeing that the latest prisoner could barely help.

“Your Master … our Master ...” She surmised and corrected herself. “What's he or she like?”

They were alone now at lunch. Fafner had been in the cockpit doing who knows what and the prisoners were to eat after the slaves by Fafner's command they were more important save for the information Blue stubbornly clung too but that was alright,, Fafner knew an hour delay or so would not kill him and that his possessions were more important once he acquired this knowledge from Blue he had nothing further to offer.

"His name is Fafner or at least that is what the others on the ship call him, he never gave his name when he purchased me," Alexandra replied, "He does not seem to care whether I exist or not though he sends me on tasks if he sees some use for me. If he wishes it, he can let me die from withdrawals." Alexandra really did not know much about her newest owner. It was unimportant for the most part. She was just an impulse buy and she could only live if he fed her brain with thoughts of inhaling the druglike musk. "He is a squidlike creature that is telepathic. He can read surface thoughts at the very least though I do not know how powerful he is."

She let the blue woman taste the food. Assuming it was at least edible, the two could have their lunch before taking it to the prisoners being held in the cages and the brig. She would keep her distance from the creatures and slide the trays into the slot.

She at least got some understanding of their Master. He did not seem to be overly wasteful if he had the power of life and death over her but at the same time it had seemed that he was moved by whim too. So a Telepath … she gave that a degree of thought, determining that it could be useful in a way at least. After all a blind slave had little use …

When they fed the prisoners Blue seemed irate about something, speaking harshly in his own dialect to the blind woman who gave her name as Ova. The only familiar word she was able to pick up on was Remus, a name or title she surmised.

When they had left Ova sighed and shook her head. ”He is my husband ...”

There was a story there for sure though she had not shared it unless asked for it would do neither of them any good save for perhaps pass the time. When they arrived before Fafner who had inspected the slave he looked over her, turning her head from side to side, drawing upon what thoughts she had then gazed to Alex. Continue to take care of her ...

To Ova he added … I will consider it ...

By the time they reached their destination Fafner had ripped what information he wanted from Blue's mind and even had Ova going around with a blindfold to cover the wounded eye so that they did not need to be subject to seeing it all the time.

He was going to see about getting rid of this ship and acquiring another. While he was taking care of that he would place Alex to work. Take this card, it is a debit card, find a station that will allow for communications, real time is preferred but however you manage it does not matter to me. Real time communications had been expensive so there had to be a lot on the debit card to begin with though he was unconcerned about Alex trying to vanish knowing that she would return.

Allow her to make her call ...I trust you can use this ...

He gave her a small pistol for her continued protection over herself and his latest acquisition, obviously not worried at all about her trying to use it against him. Unless there are questions you are dismissed.

Alexandra did not ask about Blue's anger as he had plenty to be furious about. She learned the woman's name was Ova and was Blue's wife. Wife? It seemed odd to have such a title, wives were generally not kept in cages or at least not literally. Fafnir inspected Ova afterwards and continued to leave her in Alexandra's care. Things quickly fell back to routine until they reached their destination.

The slaves next task was to connect with a station for long range communications. But it was not Alexandra who was going to make the call. The agent accepted the pistol, unsure why she would even need it against a blind alien woman. Ova was to make her call and that was it. The slave could not see what the issue was exactly.

The human woman took her leave and lead Ova over to the ship's communications and start scanning for long range stations to link up with. She would find one that was in real time and inputs the card number before asking Ova who to contact.

The pistol, she would find had not been for the slave. Fafner trusted that she could deal with a blind alien, even one that was marginally stronger than her, without any need for weapons.

Rather he was not going to be on the ship himself and he was not so trusting of some of the things on this world but she may find out for herself or possibly not. Just as there had been a tale behind the fact that Blue's wife was kept in a cage.

Fafner was close though and the communications tower contacted. After relaying the information on the card they were able to patch their communications with the tower's own after aligning frequencies with the communications with that particular tower and inputting a one time access code that they had been supplied.

The planet that the message was being relayed to had been remote. Caerus, and the contact was a man named Orin, her brother. Bottom line she relayed to him her condition, enslaved by Blue but being ransomed off for six Thermal Gems, which Orin readily agreed to. She had no further information to grant him, just that it would take a little while to get the payment together, that there was some sort of conflict at the mines with the spiders …

Ova told him she would contact him again in time and after the call there were no further instructions so they had been free until Fafner returned it seemed, though he had been soon afterward.

No one has tried to access the ship? Hadante can be rather rough at times. After getting a report on what happened he nodded then took the two, Ova ht took for safety reasons so she wasn't alone with the prisoners or more importantly someone breaking into the vessel.

Arriving at a shop Fafner had her pick out some clothes. It was an actual shop tailored to these things though their was a uniform that he added to the mix, that of a sexy maid, though he had allowed her to get more or less what wanted.

Try this on, he commanded as to the maid uniform that he selected for her.

If someone were to invade the ship, a single pistol was not going to change much. Not that it mattered as no one attacked while Ova spoke to her brother about trading her for gems. The ransom was high but at least Ova would be able to return to someone she knew at least.

Fafner returned after awhile and took them both down to another tailor. Alexandra was left to her own devices when picking out clothes. The slave tried to find anything that would cover her body though that seemed unlikely. Fafner brought a maid uniform for the human and commanded her to try it on. Alexandra said nothing and accepted the garment. It hugged her chest tight, revealing a lovely depth of cleavage. The skirt was barely short enough to hide her undergarments or sex if lacking that article of clothing. It hugged her curves, accentuating her voluptuous form.

Alexandra stood before Fafner, turning around slowly so that he may assess the outfit.

The pistol was more to spook off less determined thieves. If they took fire they may panic and assume that their were other aliens on board or that help was contacted. But head to head the pistol would have been capable of dealing with some of the weaker aliens but no one built of sterner stuff.

Indeed the ransom was high, especially for a blinded slave and even a sighted slave would have been worth one or two of the stones. Fafner was not swayed by wealth either and probably more inclined to use the stones as an energy source.

The sale was for herself and Blue, Ova had plans for her soon to be late husband but not soon enough, that would be too simple. In any case she was more work to keep around then it was worth for Fafner and the gems had been a means of getting something out of the unexpected acquisition.

Alex was soon modeling the attire. The garment did have undergarments as well and while Ova could not see what was going on Fafner had her close with a tentacle loosely wrapped about her neck as a leash.

Many of the patrons in the vicinity stopped and stared as she undressed and dressed right their in front of her Master who certainly liked what he saw and would had the piece to the clothing that she would select.

Now remove it, there is no sense in getting it ruined.

Once she had finished that but before she redressed in her skimpy clothes he spoke into her mind again.

Now someone will be lucky, select someone, anyone, to receive your favor.

The many eyes watching brought a blush to her cheeks. Her master was just showing her off to the others. She truly was nothing more than a piece of meat to be displayed. Eventually, Alexandra had to change back into her more revealing attire. She blinked at her master's next order. "But, Master," she replied, "I... I would always pick you." The enslaved agent did not know why he wanted to throw her at someone else to pleasure. She fidgetted, feeling those eyes on her as well as Fafner's mind scanning her own.

He regarded her, seeing the blush was a bit of a surprise for he had figured that she would have been use to such things. He had paraded her around naked after all though it took a moment for him to realize that she was more concerned with the commands then having to display her naked body which numerous eyes had feasted upon.

Each had hoped that they were going to be the lucky recipient.

I am present am I not? He was pleased by her response, his Telepathy not as developed as his father's he had assumed though certain things and with effort picked up others. So, your choice has been made?

He curled a tentacle over her hip, unconcerned about their audience as he drew her forth, more of that “scent” filling the air as a reward for her devotion. And while she could have selected anyone else without his ire not seeing him as a viable choice in the ordeal.

Fingers curled about a breast as he rubbed, tracing over one of the piercings on her nipples and wondering about them for a moment. You had these before your capture?

"N-No, Master," Alexandra answered, "They were added while captured." The agent took deep breaths, accepting her sweet reward. Her breasts tingled from the gentle rubs of those fingers. The agent did not pull away. It seems her answer was accepted. She would not have to throw herself at the feet of another creature. Heat rose in her cheeks as the mental drug continued its insidious work on her mind and body.

He traced over her rings and her nipples as the heat rose in her body. It was clear why she had been well trained in the sexual arts and had even had a focus on serving her Master though she had left a great many aliens disappointed they obviously were staying put to watch the show that was occurring before their eyes.

At first it was just a casual touch of his fingers against her nipples before his hands slid to encompass the generous curves that nature bestowed to her, his hands squeezing those mounds hard enough to draw out some milk that he leaned forward and cleaned up with his long tongue that traced over the nipple.

He was nice and slow to his slave. Have I given you a name yet slave? He thought back, granting her the right to wear clothes and to walk upright, even speak. She had already possessed a modicum of training so he could skip matters in some cases. He did not possess the edict memory of his father, not as greatly though. Mostly it was the same drug that gave him the speed he enjoyed so much that imbedded him somewhat.

A tentacle curled over a hip rubbing against her ass cheek nice and slow as another traced a path between her thighs rubbing against her sex.

In any case, you have your orders. Show your favor ...