Her blue gaze had been like steel upon him. She had been visibly displeased though her mind had very few defenses against mental attack of him pilfering through the resources of her mind. She would have so loved telling him off but bit her tongue.

“And -” miss out on tormenting her in this way? Though she was already on thin ice with Vespira and did not wish him to do so by egging him on any.

It had taken her reserves to remain quite as she glared at him. No she didn't want him saying anything but at this stage she couldn't do anything about it should the dick decide to do it. She had just managed to get him from using her sister as a constant source of blackmailing her and she was tired of him.

Opting not to say anything she did the required cleaning disgusted with herself all the while.

The headaches returned with her hesitance to lick up the spilled wine off of the table further belittling herself. Worse there was no place to hide and while it was doubtful that any of the Iron Vultures would be here there were bound to be a contact or two amongst those present.

What made the matter worse was the pings of small pleasure added to that of the sweeping claw or the headiness of the wine against her tongue. He demanded that she apologize and Scorch held out for a few seconds as the migraines got worse and worse until she complied.

“I was at fault, Master. I misjudged the position of the glass,” she said at last, discomfort replaced by the reward of pleasure. She was going to kill him. Not today, today he was a guess in her Mistress' place though this had only built on the hatred she already held towards him.

Oh how Scorch struggled with so many conflicting emotions. Her anger for Mercer grew to levels she probably never expected. Ironic that her hatred was unfounded in this case this was not Mercer at all. But, that just meant further insult to injury for Destiny. Even freed of Mercer, she would never have an opportunity to kill him. Killing him would reflect on Vespira and could lead to war. Not only would that displease Vespira but a war would just put Selena in danger. She was screwed no matter what she did.

"It is alright, slave," Mercer replied, "You are new and learning your place. As you know, I can be rather forgiving. So how about we make up. You can start by pleasuring your master like a good little whore." He sneered he gazed at the woman. He spread his legs apart, revealing the thick bulge in his pants. The shapechanger could find nothing on Mercer's size in Scorch's memories. Guess Mercer just did not like fucking slaves or something. But, this allowed the alien creature some... artistic freedoms when it came to what he was sporting under those leggings.

Scorch was either going to get used to this or have a permanent headache for the rest of her life at this rate. In either case, Vespira merely laughed in amusement. "Your sisster is truly sstubborn," she hissed, "Be glad I am patient as other owners would have disscarded her or worsse by now."

“It isn't her fault, not entirely Mistress.” Selena nuzzled up against Vespira as they watched the monitor together. “She has not incinerated him yet but she wants too. We had a rough life back on Hadante growing up. Two women there in that environment proved challenging but Dessy always figured out all the street stuff and grudgingly submitted when appropriate but it has been a long time. We've been pirates and with her in charge she has to regress back to an earlier point after years of being her own boss.”

Selena explains the matter confident that her sister would learn though she probably wouldn't like it initially but her guess was that she would get use to it.



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So smug. Scorch glared at Mercer refusing to comply with the obvious command. She wasn't drunk enough and it was clear her utter destine fired her up. The headaches return and she struggles against them as she does her best to stare him down though that simply wasn't happening. The pain was too great as it thundered through her temples.

Eventually though the pain gets to be too much but subsides as she moves into that booth next to him. Unbuckling his pants and pulling that member out, at the back of her mind she had to remind herself that these were orders from Vespira, that this was for her sister else she would have tried ripping that thing off.

Rather than tugging against it roughly though she motioned her hand against him in a smooth up and down motion.

"Excusess mean nothing. A sslave should be concerned with one thing, pleasing their owner. All that matters are resultss," Vespira hissed, "Be glad you are far more competent than your sisster, Sselena. That is why you are here in my loving embrace insstead of being humiliated by your greatesst enemy."

Scorch's resistance was not only just causing her pain but also increasing how long she would have to stay with this scum. Of course, she was unaware of that the time was resetting due to disobedience or consistently resisting commands. Destiny was just digging her own grave which amused Vespira greatly.

Again, the pain grew too much for even Scorch to resist and she soon found herself undoing Mercer's pants. The elephant trunk that flopped out was huge and only semi erect. It pulsed and throbbed with heat. It's texture was strangely rough and bumpy. It was not as big as Vespira's now as rough as those scales but it was apparent that she would indeed feel this monster if it ever were to be inside her. Worse, Scorch would feel pleasure ripple through her body upon seeing Mercer's cock due to following orders. The collar was giving incentive to do everything the woman despised while punishing any and all resistance.

The cock throbbed within Scorch's grasp. It grew hot to the touch as it grew larger before her eyes. It was going to barely fit in Scorch's mouth and would no doubt fill her body entirely should he order her to take it. The more she stroked, the harder it pulsed while the collar stimulated the pleasure centers of her brain. Mercer smirked... "So how do you like it? Give it a taste," he ordered, "I'm sure you will love it."

“Oh, it's not an excuse but an explanation,” Selena was use to obeying commands even before her imprisonment. She sets a finger against that slit that her cock retracted into, her finger flowing up and down nice and slow before pressing inside her just a little to trace her finger over the head of the cock that rested beneath.

Her eyes flicker from the monitor as she turns and lick the side of one of those large breasts before drawing back a little though her finger still dances just inside her rubbing against that tip hidden beneath.



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Blue eyes widen as out came that dick and it was only semi erect. It disgusted her that she was feeling pleasure with this as her fingers slide against the girth. She had been unaware that time kept resetting, she burned with hatred for this man compounded by the pleasure that the collar was giving her as incentive.

Did he expect an answer to his question? Was it rhetorical? She did not have to answer either way, it was not a command though one soon followed. Her reluctance had done no good and her hatred for Mercer didn't either.

Shifting in that booth and lowering herself at his side she reluctantly stretches her tongue out to touch the shaft with a single like getting the disgusting taste on her tongue. At least her mind had made it a revolting taste though in truth it tasted little different then most other cocks she had sampled in the past.

It took a lot to bit back an insult but she knelt back up. Command fulfilled, of course she hardly thought he would leave it at that.

“There, I've tasted it … Master.” Adding the last caused her to burn with humiliation.

"Do not make the ssame misstake she does, pet," Vespira warned, "What you made was an excusse... Do not make me repeat mysself again."

Selena was still learning but the woman did know how to make up for her mistakes. Vespira hissed softly as she felt the slave prod and search for that warm meat that she learned to long for. During those weeks where Destiny was away on mission, Selena had grown well acquainted with her MIstress's long hard rod. Not even Mercer fucked her while she was in his possession. But Vespira fucked Selena at least everyday if not more. How many times had she cummed around that scaled member? How many times has her womb been filled with that thick molten seed?

"Mm... You know you musst assk firsst, Sselena," Vespira hissed, "I suppose watching your sisster fail at even the ssimplesst tassk can be a bit dull." Of course, the word 'ask' actually meant 'beg' or 'worship'. But the fact Selena was taking such initiative truly showed the woman's progress and the effectiveness in Vespira's methods of brainwashing new slaves to her will.

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Scorch's complete lack of effort did not escape the notice of the collar or those watching over the woman right now. The people who made the collar were not idiots. The collar could interpret meanings and could read when a slave was just trying to skim by with the bare minimum. This barest of minimum effort resulted in the greatest agony Scorch had ever experienced. Disobeying and hesitating was one thing, trying to weasel past a command was the gravest of offenses.

Mercer frowned as Scorch writhed in agony. "Truly, inexcusable!" he huffed, "I am going to report this directly to your Mistress!" The shapechanger rose to his feet, hands already redoing his pants. This was bad news in more ways than one. If he reported to Vespira, that would be it. But if he walked away and left, there would be no way for Scorch to finish the last command. The pain would just keep building until someone decides to deactivate the collar.

“Yes, Mistress,” was all she said to the mild admonishment. Though she had not withdrawn her finger yet still prodding the tip of that cock hidden away. Just a bit of rubbing the tip. She gazed up from what she was doing though. Her finger slowly retracting from her as she looked to her Mistress.

“Please, Mistress, I need that large cock. Let me make it feel good,” she leaned in again running her tongue against the curve of her breast fingers guiding it to her mouth as her tongue entwined about that nipple.

“Please, I want to play.”



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“ARRGH!” It was like cluster headaches assailing her at once and she slumped forward, tears streaming down her cheeks freely. The pain was too intense and made it feel as if her head was going to explode.

She was in such agony that she had missed Mercer's words too focused on the searing pain as he stood and went to affix his pants. She grabbed at the waist band as instinctively as one reached for a thrown life preserver, his hand gripping it tightly.

“No, p-please, I'll do it!” The tears of defeat rolling down her cheeks.

Vespira stroked Selena's cheek and gave her a soft kiss. "Very well, my pet," she hissed softly, "But, be gentle. I do not wish to be disstracted. Things are finally getting good here." The Gorgonian's phallus remained in its sheathe. But now, Selena had permission. If she was successful in stimulating her Mistress then the cock will gradually reveal itself to her. "Don't misss thiss, my pet," Vespira added, "Look at those tears of desspair on your sissters face. How much longer do you think she will lasst?"

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The back of Mercer's hand came across Scorch's face, snapping the woman's head to the side and knocking her away from him. Others were definitely watching this go down as pain continued to wrack the disobedient slave. "You have wasted enough of my time, whore..." Mercer growled, "I gave you a chance and you spit upon the hand that feeds you. Give me one good reason why I should not report you here and now?" The head servant was starting to head over to Scorch and Mercer. At this rate, the hole Scorch dug herself in was getting deeper by the moment. She needed to provide a good reason or a damn good offer if she was going to avoid further punishment.

Destiny was still her sister but Selena had only an interest in this because her Mistress had. She would have frankly wanted to suck on that cock not that she had been opposed to watching either. Her fingers traced the interior of that sheath, returning every so often to nuzzle against the tip of the hidden cock that she was trying to coax into making an appearance.

Her lips sweep about that orb that her fingers come into contact with as she squeezes that melon but she was an obedience slave and glanced back at the monitors at what was happening.

She had to evaluate matters though. “I believe she's at the point where she's figured out the collar. Her hatred of Mercer runs deep but it looks as if the situation is out of her hands now.”

She had been out of the loop for some time and could not think of what, if anything, her sister would offer up.



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Swatted away the blow hurt driving her off the cushion of that booth. She smacked into the table hard as she was brought to the floor though worse was the intense pain that the collar brought to her as she tared at the collar with one hand in similar fashion of slipping your fingers beneath a choking object.

The collar provided no relief, a hand skimming along Mercer's leg as it falls to the floor as he pulls back.

She could think of little with all the stimulation rushing through her. After all Mercer had most things that she could offer. There was only one thing but that would be of no use to him, he couldn't use the OMNI tool …

“Smuggler's routes into, ARGH, the core worlds!” Working on the fringe worlds there were any number of smuggling routes, it was easier with low authority. The core worlds were better protected and ships were inspected more so that was not as valuable unless you really wanted to deal with the authorities on such worlds.

The only other thing that sprang to mind was the family sword though it was worthless as it was just a chunk of metal with the same value of a sword..

“What, Whatever y-you want!”

Selena had to work for her treats which only made the slave all the more adorable as she strove to do just that. Face nuzzled into the sheathe, tongue reaching out into the tight confines in order to get a small taste of that warm tip. Vespira would keep silent, not giving her her sign though her eyes would close as that tongue would reach its mark and begin lightly flicking across the tip of her member. Gradually the reward would get bigger, allowing her to get fuller licks on that tip until it finally began to pulse and throb, the tip sliding free of the sheathe. From there, Selena could gently guide the rest of the shaft out and proceed to worship the member she so desired.

"That is dissappointing..." Vespira hissed, "She only does what she is told for fear of punishment sstill. Truly a pathetic sslave." She would make another call. She gave instructions to the head servant before calling techs monitoring the collars. "Double her output..." Vespira hissed, "Better yet... Triple it. Make her know what is expected of a sslave."

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"Whatever I want?" Mercer repeated, stepping down on Scorch's head, making her kiss the floor as he continued, "Then listen well, you stupid stupid whore! The only things that will ever come out of your lips are 'Yes, Master Mercer' then you may agree with whatever I just said. You think you can do something that simple? Well? Do you?"

The pain would be pure insanity if she even hesitated for a moment. But, the pleasure when she said 'Yes, Master Mercer' was nothing short of orgasmic. The contrast between the extremes made both seem all the more stimulating or agonizing. Triple output was a quick way to become addicted to the collar's effects but that was not necessarily a bad thing as it usually meant the slave would work very hard to feel that stimulation again and again.

"I don't know..." Mercer continued after hearing the response he wanted, "You have proven you are a stupid whore. You are a stupid whore aren't you?" Once again, there was only one answer to give. Of course, if Scorch also repeated what Mercer said in agreement that would earn her another wave of pure bliss running through her very loins. "Do you love me?" Mercer asked, the collar forcing the answer whether it was true or not, "Good, tell everyone around here what you love about your master. Spare no details. Your speaking restriction is temporarily postponed."

What was Scorch going to do? What could she say? Would she have to lie? Would the collar care? In anycase, every acceptable answer would earn her pleasure and the more she added the more the pleasure would build on top of each other. At triple effectiveness, cumming just for complying was very much possible. Scorch was looking at a long night ahead of her.

It had taken a little longer than usual since she had been told not to miss what was going on so she watched as her fingers played but as it became more and more obvious that the ending was a foregone conclusion she had turned the majority of her focus back to what she was doing.

A lick here, a nudge there, she suckled against the tip of that lovely cock as it began to poke free of the sheath encouraging more out as her tongue swirled against the member.

A finger swirling against a nipple in similar fashion as her other hand goes to what is exposed of that shaft stroking against it, those pumps growing larger the more of that glorious shaft that exits the sheath.

She continues to work as Vespira makes her call she slows down until she finishes and picks back up immediately.



The pain flared up, her head stepped on but hardly felt as the collar kicked into overdrive, the pain continuing to send tears down her checks as instructions were given to her. She wanted to stop the pain, stop it before it killed her, not knowing if it would or not though the sheer agony rushed through her. Pain added to her humiliation.

“Yes, y-yes M-Master M-Mercer,” she answers among a surge of pain that shoots through her.

The pain subsided shooting forth a wave of pleasure through her that replaced it as once. Then it threatened to return whether out of hesitance or a means of attempting to catch her breath as she laid there on the floor gasping, her nipples nice and tight, her clit engorged as blood thundered through both.

“Y-Yes, M-Master M-Mercer,” the words tumbling from her lips pressing aside the pain at least for now as she laid there on the floor twitching with the flow of pleasure that raced through her, that narrow passage flowing with her own heated juices.

She pulls herself up and out of the booth beside the table. Burning with disdain she felt towards the lupine she knows how pointless it is to resist. Further she feels the traces of another migraine though she know that he knows it as untrue but that does not matter. “Y-Yes … OHH … Master, Master Mercer.” She pulls herself up using the table, the collar sending her back to her knees though as she lacked the energy to do what she willed her body to do it collapsing as the collar took the hesitance for defiance.

Pain washed out over the pleasure though and there had been little she could do about it as it felt as if fragments of her skull had been dissolving then and there. She was trying to use the table as a platform but had no choice in the matter. She had to scream out there on the floor as her body spasmed as if a jolt of electricity was coursing through her.

“I, I LOVE YOU MASTER M-MERCER! Y-YOUR C-C-CLEVER AND AHHH Y-YOU ...” the pleasure returned and this was near insanity as if someone was flicking a light switch on and off. There were times she just wasn't quick enough against the waves of pain that flowed through her.

She couldn't take this constant back and forth, the sensations flowing through her aroused body, that hatred buried right now considering her mind had been caught up in just enduring this but it made it tough to think straight as endorphins were continuously played with, clearly this had not been what she had bargained for and indeed it was shaping up to be a long night for her.

“ARE … ARE THE S-SMARTEST AND W-WISEST BEING I K-KNOAH!”

The collars would not switch so quickly as it took time for the body and mind to react to commands. As long as she kept screaming out praise, the pleasure just kept building. Mercer reached down and lifted Scorch up by the hair. Juices ran down those twitching thighs. The pleasure, it felt almost as good as sex itself though that generally depended on the partner. As Scorch dangled there in Mercer's grasp, the head servant approached them.

"I have never seen a poorer slave," she stated, "Vespira wishes to apologize for this poor product. Seeing that you have taken it upon yourself to correct the matter, Vespira has refunded your money and offers you a private room where you may do anything you please to her. If she still proves unsatisfactory, you may dump her and we will provide you another servant to service you." The head servant moved in closer to whisper in Scorch's ear. "Mistress saw everything. She is very displeased that you betrayed her trust in you yet again. Be glad if you even have a floor to sleep on when this is all over."

Mercer would drag Scorch into a small private area that had its own mini bar and music playing. "Hmm... Vespira really knows how to take care of her customers," he stated before tossing Scorch onto the floor, "You heard the lady. You are mine for the rest of the night. Have anything you wish to say for yourself, slut?" With no commands yet, there was neither pleasure nor pain. If Scorch wanted to avoid that agony again, she would have to prepare herself to obey every order without hesitation. Could she even manage that?

The pain and pleasure wrack against her as she is pulled up from the floor by her red tresses, tears still spilling down her cheeks as her body had been slow to adjust. Whatever lie she could think of sprang to her lips to avoid that intense pain though she is filled with dread when she hears the whispered words that come to her.

So much for Mercer not saying anything but now she had to obey given the collar. Her body feeling the glow of pleasure that raced through her though the words and pleasure cause her heart beat to keep accelerated as she is hauled off to a private chamber and dumped on the unyielding floor.

She has nothing to say though. She just lays there with no commands given to her she closes her eyes bracing against the shock of the collar, now her mind turning to despair giving that the constant stream of pleasure or pain has subsided seeing that she was in a jam, not only had she this to contend with but when the night was over Vespira's displeasure as well.

The question was a trap she had realized seeing that there was only one thing she could have answered with vocally though she weakly shakes her head after a moment.

"Hmph... Very well," Mercer huffed, "Lets see how much more of a disappointment you can be, slut." He walked over to a console and pressed a few keys. "When the music starts, you will dance and strip for me. Do it slow, sexy. And don't make stupid excuses like you don't know how. You are a woman and all of you are whores in the end."

A steady beat filled the air, setting the tone and pace that Scorch was to dance and strip to. The collar techs had taken manual control over Scorch's collar and were watching the slave intently. Where the computer may make mistakes about intention, the aliens watching would be the judge of whether or not something was worth punishing or rewarding. A sway of the hips earned a steady pulse of pleasure while every removed garment caused the rewards to increase. The pleasure would build to the point of orgasm if Scorch kept up the pace and the stimulation would just keep going from there, ensuring the bliss lasted as long as possible to reward obedience.

But she didn't know how to dance. It wasn't required for the work she did but she pushed herself up to her knees. Thinking about 100 different ways that she could roast his testicles off she only got to three of them before she had to rise with the beat.

It was a tune that she heard before in spacer dives not that she was cultured in music but it was common enough. The pain was just too intense and the pleasures of reward too great. That sickening feeling suppressed for the time being as she feels the chemicals being stimulated in her brain with each jolt and sway.

It is crude but good enough. Juices stain the inside of her thighs revealed when she is naked other than that collar affixed about her neck. It was tough to remain upright, it had been sometime since she had been infused in the Arena so much pleasure. Her twirls are clumsy but there. Her clothes cast aside in a chaotic pattern, her nipples aching and throbbing as blood pulsed through them. Somewhere at the back of her mind she remembers that she hates this man but remains focused on the task as best as she is able to accomplish it feeling the electric surge of pleasure rip through her body.