"Of coursse, never assume otherwise," Vespira clarified. Selena was truly untrained but it would not take long to get her used to the basics. The Gorgonian's eyes would melt away any inhibitions or reservations the woman may have. Once Scorch's sister finished stripping, the Gorgonian would slither around the woman for inspection. She was impressed with how easily the woman complied. Then again, her hypnotic gaze may have something to do with it.

Satisfied, it was time to begin Selena's training. She slithered close to the nude woman and gazed into those eyes once more. "Relax... Lissten to my voice... Look into my eyes... Feel yoursself sslip away until only my voice remains..."

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Scorch arrived at the satellite and was soon back in her own ship. Once free of the satellite, it was time to report in to Vespira. The Gorgonian's face appeared on screen, her eyes closed as she let out soft hisses of pleasure. "Mmm... I trusst you are calling me from your ship?" Vespira confirmed, "Good... Your firsst tassk will be a ssimple one. You will explore the sysstem you are in and check every ssatellite on the network. Check for any useable information and ensure there are nothing wrong with its sysstems."

If there were no questions, the Gorgonian would continue. "Your sisster is ssafe," Vespira hissed, "You did not mention she was family, pet. Keeping things from your Misstresss is a grave offense. I will come up with a punishment for you when you return. Be glad I am sso forgiving. Do not hide anything from me ever again or Mercer will be the leasst of your worries."

Vespira would shut off the link then before letting out a soft sigh. A hand reached down and stroked Selena's head, the sister practicing her fellatio on the new owner's scaled rod. "Mmm... It will take time to train her to be as obedient as you are, my preciouss little Sselena..." Vespira laughed in amusement. She promised to keep Selena safe and no place was safer than by Vespira's side as her personal slave.

The older sister had been trained a little as far as compliance went. Over all she had little training as Mercer had little to do with her seeing that he held his own species taboos about dalliances with other species her only role really was to motivate Scorch though Selena was going to serve as a sort of status symbol, the first mate of the Iron Vultures in his possession, something that the authorities could not accomplish and it had been some of his “legit” organizations that the pirates hit so he had to to something to save some face at least.

Selena obeyed the commands she had been given allowing for the inspection and more …



It had been a few days before she had been back on the Shooting Star. She cleaned up some and changed before checking all the systems present but before departing she had to make a few communications. The first had been to Vespira to indicate that she had been back upon her vessel.

“Yes, I am back,” she confirmed. She listened to the instructions, a good thing she had not blasted off yet as this satellite would be the first that she checked out.

Sister. She knew already, though she had not lied that was a pretty big omission. It was best not to argue over semantics and she nodded. “It will not happen again.”

She then sent a message to 92 letting her robot know she was still alive, she kept that one brief as she was assigned a task though she would contact Krissy later when she had a little more time.

Bringing up a map of the system and marking the orbits and points of each satellite in the system she starts with this one going over the systems. She was no engineer but her task wasn't to fix anything, just take notes which she did.

Some had this system or that off line, some where easy fixes, some a little tricky. Others were working perfectly. One had it's orbit thrown off and had been a bitch to find, it's orbit decaying and bringing it into the planet in the next decade if noting was done about it sooner.

Some where in deep space, a means of destroying asteroids before they got to the colonized planets or perhaps to thwart invaders given that these had stronger guns with a better range. These satellites could be manned too by a small team of three and she found that the default commands were to destroy any celestial object that may intersect with a populated world though this had to include ships that plotted a course to these worlds she thought there was nothing she could find for the systems to register a ship as such and not just another asteroid.

Scorch had collect what information she could storing everything in a datapad but it was at the one that was in synchronous orbit with a planet that revealed something to her. Why this point? The weapons of this satellite and others close by had been focused on the planet instead of away though there were others further out that pointed into space as if to ward off other ships or asteroids.

Scans of the system told her that their was an asteroid belt here and at one time there was a colony in this system but not any longer. Curious she made some scans of that point on the planet and the area around it. After doing so she pondered something, checked her database … she was no medic either. “Hm.” Well, now it was time to go face the music and she laid in a course back to Vespira's station. When she was a bit closer she would announce her arrival not to challenge any defenses that may be in place.

When she was close enough but not too close she would contact her Mistress again letting her know of her ETA.

“I have made a list of problems and where though I need a doctor to confirm something, one knowledgeable in alien species would probably be best.” She was still uncertain as to a few elements.

Vespira had not heard from Scorch for some time. It was a rather long task that ensured the woman would be unaware of what was being done to her sister. With weeks available, the Gorgonian could gradually brainwash Selena to serve her Mistress with no doubt or hesitation. Mercer used Selena was just a carrot on stick to hang before Destiny. Vespira preferred making use of all her slaves whether it be pleasure or other tasks.

The Gorgonian's cock slid deep inside Selena. Being Vespira's closest servant, the human woman experienced all of her new owner's wants and desires. Being fucked everyday came to no surprise anymore as powerful hips churned away at the sister's depths. "That'ss it, pet," she hissed, "Use your hipss. My pleasure is your pleasure... Embrace it..."

Vespira's coms rang with a call. The crime lord finished up with Selena, pumping her load deep into that yearning womb before pulling out. "You know what to do next, sslave..." she commanded, expecting Selena to start cleaning the member that brought her so much bliss and pleasure. Seeing who was calling her, Vespira had the image only show the upper body to ensure Selena was not in view. She was uncertain if Scorch was ready to see all that her sister had learned during her absence.

The Gorgonian frowned at the lack of titles being used in Scorch's words. "You mean 'It will not happen again, Misstresss'," the alien woman hissed, "Jusst tell me what you found before you dissappoint me further." The lack of discipline in Scorch was angering the crime lord. The satellites required repairs which came to no surprise. But what Scorch also needed was a bit out there. "Engineers will arrive in a few days. But, why a doctor? Explain yoursself, sslave."

A hand reached down and stroked Selena's head. Perhaps she will be happy hearing Scorch's voice while pleasuring her Mistress's cock.

Selena was busy “cleaning” as the transmission came in.

“Yes, Mistress.” Being a former captain she had been unused to having anyone above her. Scorch listed all that was wrong with the various satellites if Vespira was interested, other wise she could get into those findings with the engineers.

When she had gotten to the need for a doctor further explanation had been needed. “My observations have found that a plethora of these satellites are arranged about one planet inarticulate. The weapons have been set to attack anything coming in though most of those commands have been frozen and I'm guessing can be issued out of that CPU. I'm no tech though. The satellites near the planet have their weapons facing the planet and there's even one that orbits over a particular point.

“The colonists I theorize were concerned with people coming into the system but seemed concerned about their own people as well. I have run some scans and have determine numerous energy signatures on the planet, no life signs though nothing sentient. But there are microbes I have picked up, my sensors are rather sophisticated and I am concerned that they may have diseased the colonists. Perhaps even spread that ailment to their home world. It's just a hunch and I'm not a doctor but it should be ruled out before sending people to the planet if that is to be explored. Automatons could be used or a species where this microbe doesn't effect. I suppose a microbiologist works better than a doctor does, I can transmit the exact microbes if there is any interest. If the planet is of no concern then there is no need … Mistress.”

The planets themselves were of little consequence unless scanners detected something worth Vespira's time. In most cases, she would attempt to offer anyone trying to settle or gather resources protection for a share of the profits. Still, learning about the microbe may be of use just to avoid having it spread by accident to one of her ships.

"Have the microbes ssent," Vespira answered, she will just have a doctor check them when they arrive without having to send one out to nowhere space. The engineers unfortunately had to make the trip to Scorch. "You will remain there to ensure the repairs go ssmoothly. Once finished, you may return."

Assuming nothing goes wrong, Scorch would soon be back at Vespira's last known location. The Gorgonian would slither out to meet the enslaved mercenary. Selena would be walking at the alien woman's side. Selena was dressed in tight fitting attire that would accentuate and reveal her best features. It was revealing but not skimpy like ordinary slave attire. "You finally return, my pet," Vespira hissed softly, "And look, I bring you a gift. I am certain you both have much to ssay to each other." She would allow the reunion to happen, waiting patiently for Scorch to finish and approach her Mistress.

"You hid things from me, sslave," Vespira hissed, "Be glad I am more merciful than Mercer else your sisster would be in the arena already. You claim you have things to offer me, tell me more. Tell me more about what you are capable of."

“Yes, Mistress,” she sends the data along.

Most of the repairs are easy enough. A tractor beam required to stabilize the decaying orbit of one of the satellites, replacement parts for others. She spends the time supervising and going through the checklist. Since she has little understanding in mechanics or engineering she had one of the actual engineers take care of the interactions she merely oversaw that it had all gotten finished.

There were three worlds in the system that were habitable and only one with a heavy concentration of satellites so chances were the other two were barren. Her assignment out here had not been to explore or investigate further though she makes certain she has gathered all the relevant information of the one planet and cursory info on the system though the later was adding old surveys of the system to her reports for quick reference.

When all is seen to she returns to the station on the Shooting Star having updated 92 and Krissy while she waited for matters to be completed here first. She is overjoyed to see her sister again, though it is a long trip back knowing that punishment awaited. But she is happy that her sister was out of Mercer's clutches at least.

One would think the older sister would look out for the younger one but it was never the case with the two.

“I am sorry for that Mistress, I was afraid of that getting out,” she admits. Though with the matter done and seeing first hand that nothing had befallen Selena as far as she had been aware she moves on from there.

“The Arena had been an option from time to time more to amuse Mercer since my strength only lies in ranged combat against any non thugs. But my main function was acquiring things, however well guarded or rare.

“My net work of sources is fairly extensive and I am of more use as a Retriever of sorts. If it could be acquired then chances are good I can acquire it in a reasonable amount of time give how well I am equipped for the task with viable information and so forth. The better I am prepared the better the results.”

Mercer tended to give her next to nothing to go on with the desire for near immediate results which had always placed her at a disadvantage or in peril of some sort.

"Afraid? Are you ssay you do not trusst your owner?" It was just one thing after another with Scorch. "Your sisster has been far more impresssive than you. Sselena... You trusst your Misstresss correct?" With all the days spent hypnotizing and enthralling the sister, the answer was obvious. The Gorgonian would smirk upon hearing the predicted answer. "Ssee? Your sisster is eager to serve me while you sseem to not care either way. That is the difference between you two. She has found her purpose while you ssimply live your day to day life, empty."

Vespira smirked and stroked Selena's cheek as she gazed into the woman with those eyes her new pet learned to love more than anything. Slowly, the Gorgonian leaned in closer. She ensured Scorch saw every bit of this as the alien's lips touched her sister's. She would see how cheeks would grow flushed and the look in Selena's eyes she parted those lips and accepted Vespira's forked tongue. "Mmm..." She embraced the slave deeply before gently breaking the kiss and looking over towards Scorch. "Wouldn't you love to be part of thiss? Your sisster loves me, do you love me, Desstiny?"

“At the time I didn't know what to expect,” she freely admitted. “Cautious is perhaps a better word but no, not afraid persae.” She had been too use dealing with Mercer she supposed but did not want to associate Vespira with him as if she associated him with her to avoid her taking it the wrong way, There had been that degree of caution that she possessed at first though this arrangement had been better then the one that she had with Mercer.

She saw clearly that blush, that compliance from Selena and did not know how she should have felt with that. In a way she had felt that she had failed her and yet at the same time made some improvements though she could never truly free Selena.

She was being treated better though and that was certainly one of her aims. Selena had some experience at serving as a slave though Destiny did not. She worked better in charge of things or by herself and so learning was a bit slower for her.

“But I appreciate what you have done Mistress,” she professed.

“I would love too, if you would still have me, Mistress. I have not been so forth coming and have messed up a great deal to this point.”

Scorch's reaction or lack there of was a good sign. The woman had just returned from mission. She was dressed, armed. If she wanted to free Selena, this was her chance. She could attack Vespira though she knew nothing about the Gorgonian's combat capabilities. But, no sword was drawn, no blasters fired. Scorch simply watched as her sister was kissed and fondled. All this time she struggled only to see her sister just give in to Vespira's will. What had she been fighting for all this time?

"I find your words difficult to believe, Desstiny," Vespira hissed as her arms wrapped gently around Selena and pulled her up against her body. The human's head rested against the snake woman's lovely bosom as she watched her sister. "You have not been forth coming or honesst desspite all I have done for you and your sisster," she continued, "Even now, you try to hide things from me. You claim you can fight in the arena but leave out your unique ability to produce flames. I fail to ssee you truly appreciate what I have done for you."

"Sselena..." she called softly as she stroked her pet gently, "What do you think? What do you think I should do with thiss... pretender?"

Selena of course aimed to be the perfect pet a twist that Scorch had not expected though it was always a possibility. Her feelings of course had been mixed seeing that she had risked so much peril to win her freedom each step buy time as she planned against Mercer but she was one woman and Mercer had an army of thugs or at least it seemed that way.

But there was honor among thieves. Scorch did not attack or behave in an aggressive manner despite being armed. Her neglect in mentioning her pyrokinesis was not a deliberate act to conceal it but rather for her it was like breathing, she simply did not think of it.

Evidence of it had existed in the tapings of her fights and there had been thousands of witnesses to it.

“I'm sorry Mistress, I take those abilities for granted having had them for so long.”

Selena's fingers sweep over one of Vespira's breasts as she licks the other as she pulls her head back. “She's always been headstrong and in positions of authority. I think this is just a confusing change for her, Mistress.” Selena thinks for a second. She loved her sister but she loved her Mistress too.

“Perhaps you have a task were she is subservient to others rather than taking charge of a situation?” She knew her sister worked better when she was in charge of matters but if she learned that she was no longer a captain perhaps that was for the best though she didn't have to be cruel about it either, Selena didn't know if her Mistress had something in mind but she figured that she would manage something unless she could come up with something and while she didn't exactly come up with anything she had something to add.

“Dessy hates men,” she whispered the latter into the ear of her Mistress allowing her to do with that as she pleased. Whether a bossy foreman directing her or some other element that her Mistress had in mind. One could say Vespira was the best of both worlds.

Scorch only occasionally dealt with men for sex on a social level before meeting Krisna though she had not discovered that she had arduous feelings for women until then. Vespira combined both these traits.

"Excusess..." Vespira hissed, not pleased with the constant back talking either. Selena shifted a bit, turning around so she could lick those large breasts of her Mistress. No orders were given, Selena was doing this of her own will and her sister was seeing all of this. Selena stated facts about her sister before leaning in closer to whisper something quietly so that Scorch could not hear. "Mmm... You know jusst what to ssay to please me, Sselena," Vespira hissed softly into Selena's ear, "I know jusst how to reward you for your obedience."

She also knew just the task to give Scorch to help soften her up and make her more submissive. Serving others and working with men was something all her slaves dealt with and a major part of her business in all her clubs and establishments. Vespira gave Selena a deep loving kiss before gently sliding her off her lap. The Gorgonian slithered towards the mercenary woman. "I ssuppose I can give you another chance, pet," Vespira pondered, "Your next tassk will keep you close by. You will work upsstairs in my club. You will work the tables and obey all commands given to you. I trusst thiss is within your abilities? Do not disappoint me. When you are not working, you may ssee Sselena if she is not busy with her own tassks."

The details would be given upstairs by the head servant who commanded the other slaves. The club had tables where people could sit and order food. Of course, they could also order a specific servant that could satisfy any other desires they may have. Vespira dismissed Scorch and left with Selena following her. She had to prepare a lovely treat for the loyal servant.

Scorch's was to come with no weapons. The head servant was a human woman who wore tight fitting attire similar to Selena's. She had a datapad in hand and was giving orders to slaves that left with trays of food in hand. The slaves were more scantidly clad, their boobs jiggling and threatening to pop free if they breathed out a bit too hard. Seeing Scorch, the woman stopped typing on her pad. "Finally here?" she stated, "Well, don't just stand there. Get into the backroom and change. A uniform has already been prepared."

The most unique part about the slave uniforms were small metallic collars that went around the neck. Each were tied to an ID number which was used by customers to pick out specific slaves. Each slave had a price depending on their physical qualities and sexual experience along with other traits. Popularity can also influence the price. When purchased, the collar would inform the wearer that they are being called and which table to head to immediately. There, they would have to obey all commands given until the timer finished. Once finished, the customer can pay a tip which went straight to the club. The amount paid as a tip influenced the collar to stimulate the pleasure centers of a slave's brain, rewarding them on a job well done. The better a slave performed, the more money the club got and the more pleasure they received for obeying. It was a perfect training tool as the pleasure had rather addictive qualities to it. The better a slave did, the longer the duration of stimulation as well.

Vespira had already set a price for Scorch. Usually, a woman like Scorch would bear a reasonable price. But, Vespira decided to play a little game and gave the slave half the lowest price available. Compared to the other slaves, she was an irresistable bargain and customers will constantly send requests for her presence. The Gorgonian was in her bedroom with Selena, both watching the camera footage which would track Scorch's progress. Vespira stroked Selena's hair as they watched. "Mmm... I hope you like my reward, Sselena," she whispered softly, forked tongue tracing the woman's ear, "Now you can ssee your sisster break just like you did."

Once dressed, Scorch's would be on the clock. She would get a tray of food to carry out only to be called by the collar before reaching her destination. The longer she ignored the call, the more the collar would cause pain and discomfort in the woman. Complying would give her a brief surge of pleasure as a reward while the rest would come in the form of tips.

“Thank you, Mistress.” She leaves to report in after dumping her weapons back off at her ship. She usually had a plethora of knives on her and the pistol though she only had a few blades concealed on her person today. The work with the satellites did not require much on her part though she still carried a few things to be on the safe side along with the two grenades.

One had been a normal fragmentation grenade and the other emitted a small EMP ionizing electronics. It had it's uses and she had sought to be better prepared this time around just in case.

Reporting in she goes to the bedroom to change. Looking over the uniform it isn't too surprising that it is identical to those she had seen. Her eyes pause upon the collar though. She hesitates for a moment and dresses in the black clothing affixing the collar last. Table 18, that was where these drinks were going and she had assumed someone had been over to receive orders already or perhaps it was as sophisticated as an intercom at each table, she didn't know but would find out once she got there.

She had to be pointed in the direction of the table and could see other women delivering drinks and … Her eyes paused briefly on the woman that was coming out from beneath a table, a large black skinned creature sat in the booth with a huge grin on each of his two mouths – two – the woman wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and it wasn't touch to work out what had just gone on.

There had been a group of feline like aliens at the table though already she could feel the discomfort of the call that table 37 placed. One of the aliens was larger, the boss and she guessed that they were mercenaries of sorts, the largest over seven feet tall though the others were slightly larger than her.

She saw that the large one was appraising her too. Each had been saying something to one another in their native dialect though she understood a few words there was little to make sense of what they were saying though as she laid out their drinks.

Thankfully she had not been held up but table 18 might call her back. The collar was discomforting and she froze when getting to table 37, her eyes widening. Mercer! Or a being that looked remarkably like him.

She had no idea that this shape changer also had Psionic ability, nor that it could rifle through her thoughts and memories if they were not guarded. Sensing her approach he had decided to slip into something more comfortable and judging by that look the shape changer had picked the suitable skin to wear. Suffice it to say he had known of Mercer's taboos with dallying with other species though of course he had been under no such restrictions and could have a bit of fun if he had so wanted.

“H-How may I h-help you?” She managed as she gazed at the shape changer not realizing that this was anyone but Mercer.



“Yes, Mistress,” Selena continued to watch the monitors as she snuggled up against her Mistress. “Is that Mercer, Mistress?” She points at a table not having noticed him before and it had looked as if her sister was nearing ...

Vespira had to take a moment to stare at the footage. Mercer? Even she was slightly surprised. But, something was not right. If someone like Mercer had come to one of her establishments, she would have been informed immediately. Even before that, she would have received information if he had arrived on this planet. Pressing a few keys, she called security and asked them to open another window and play back footage further back. Both Selena and Vespira would see the shapechanger at his table change into Mercer.

"Hmm... A shapechanger who is either really well informed or posssibly pssychic," Vespira stated, "The perfect cusstomer for your sisster, don't you think?"

Meanwhile, Mercer gazed at Scorch with that smug grin of his. He was indeed going to have fun with this one. He could sense the fear in the woman. "Don't you mean 'How may I serve you, Master?'" Mercer corrected, "It is so wonderful seeing you doing your true calling. Where should we start? Ah yes, you may start by pouring me a drink."

It was hard to say which was worse, the fact Mercer was here or the fact that pleasure was flowing through Scorch's body when she came to his table. The collar rewarded Scorch's arrival and would give small pleasures for each command obeyed, just minor treats as the main course came from the tips in the end. Mercer grinned and held his glass far into the table. Scorch would have to lean far over in order to pour him his drink, leaving her rear exposed to his clawed hand as he began to stroke the woman's lovely ass.

"Oops!" He jerked the glass away part way through being filled, soaking his hand spilling wine onto the table. "Look at this mess you made, slave," he said, putting emphasis on Scorch's new title, "My fur is soaked!" he exclaimed, bringing his hand to the woman's face, "Lick it clean then you may lick the table clean." While Scorch did this, his hand could keep stroking and squeezing that ass before gently pushing aside the woman's panties and teasing the woman's sex with his claw.

“Psychic I would guess. It wouldn't have known she was going to be working. This will be … interesting,” she knew that her sister absolutely hated Mercer, they did not have to speak on the matter for her to realize that. She knew the type of person that her sister was and combining the two was like adding cold water to hot grease.



Scorch was feeling a mixture of emotions. Had Vespira set this up? It was all she could do not to generate a flame to her hands. She was afraid, disgusted and full of hatred all at once at having to face the one who nearly lead indirectly to her demise more than once, the worse was probably back on Lympha where it nearly occurred more than once in an effort to get that stupid plant.

“How may I serve you, Master?” Spoken between clenched teeth, she poured a drink with a mildly shaky hand.

It disgusted her at how she felt, those little euphoric pings of pleasure that hit her as her anger and hatred continued to grow, spiking at the nerve of him as his hand deliberately graced her backside. Her eyes narrowed at him but she bit her tongue.

“No! You fucking did that on purpose!” But immediately it felt as if someone took a baseball bat to her head and she grunted in pain. Worse was that the feeling persisted against the pleasure of that claw that moved against her.

Stubbornly she tried to resist though the pain had been growing more and more intense and she was forced to obey before a minute had even passed. She crawled into the booth still glaring at him, the ping of intense pain not subsiding until she lowered herself down beneath the table, her tongue tracing against a damp patch on his leg. Moving against it she had tried to make this as quick and consensual as possible complying with the command and showing no further disobedience at least for now, her eyes glaring up at him though the table had prevented eye contact.

I should bite the fucking thing off! But this was more then bowing to Mercer's wishes, this had been for a second chance and her temper had gotten the better of her earlier. At least with the table she could hide as he fondled her sex that claw beginning to stir her as the pain from the collar began to let up and became a mild pleasurable sensation adding to this one.

The outburst did not go unnoticed. The collar immediately reacted, bringing agony to Scorch's body. The head servant noted this and immediately restarted the timer the woman had to spend with her customer as well as added additional time on top of that as an apology. Now the woman was stuck with Mercer for awhile.

"Is that how you speak to your master?" Mercer replied, "Perhaps I should report this to your owner. I am sure she would be very pleased to hear of your disobedience." Scorch was an open book to the shapechanger. He knew why she was here and that this was possibly her final chance to get back into Vespira's good graces. Just like her sister, this would be the perfect carrot to dangle ahead of the helpless woman.

Instead of cleaning the alien's paw, Scorch went to her knees and began lapping at the damp spot on the man's thigh. Every lick was rewarded with pleasure that immediately felt so much better than the sheer agony she was experiencing before. Once she was finished, he offered his paw for her to lick. Again, pleasure was rewarded for obedience. It was such a unique sensation, something that hands could not bring. Its uniqueness made the pleasure all the more alluring and enticed the brain to seek more of it.

As she licked his paw, his hand returned to stroking the woman's ass. His claw gently parted those netherlips and traced ever so slowly up and down. This continued as Scorch leaned over the table and proceeded to lap up the wine that had spilled over it. The wine was rather strong alcohol, giving the woman a slight buzz to further soften her resistance.

"Good girl," Mercer stated, his praise giving another wave of pleasure, "Now, apologize for what you did. Admit you were wrong and that it was your incompetence that made this mess." He gave another smirk to add further insult to injury.