Prideful marauders and pirates once conquered each other in the realm of taking on the asteroid belt of Septum, the endless tunnels of Viryon, a long since perished and forgotten world, followed up only by the vicious thousand moons of Herria which detonated at random over the course of time before taking on their regular shape after a few days passage. They served as a race track for the lawless and adventurous, involving profits a great many men and women alike could only dream of although not many tended to survive the trip, let alone earn their share by wrapping their tour up quicker than everyone else.

Nowadays, none of it existed anymore. Some had been drawn elsewhere by less dangerous prospects although the ADD tended to use the system to train new pilots after dealing with said lawless individuals beforehand, but even they slowly but surely looked upon closer, less volatile worlds to steel their inexperienced recruits in peace.

Phoebe skimmed through the very same system today on a routine assignment although calling any of these particular runs routine could have solely been accredited to a most distorted view of reality. Twenty four hours of scouting out the planets therein had to be the most tedious job, but in retrospect Phoebe might have deserved it after she spooked that one high ranking agent into fainting once punching through the atmosphere of a planet at an angle which proved too steep to handle during one of her training sessions, leaving them stranded on the surface for two days.

She shook her head, radiant albeit short blonde locks encompassing her charming features whilst the short agent adjusted her one piece suit of blue and white, stricken with golden embroidery. It wrapped around her form tightly, lusciously snug to the point one had little trouble to actually regard her charms without hinderance, but no one was around to see it hence Phoebe hardly worried any.

"Hmph .. Tastes like mother's .." She brought a mouthful of chowder to her lips, standard rations, frowing at the scent although the thought of eating the sliced honey melon next to it had kept her going nevertheless, following the prime principle of eating one's meal before swapping to the sweet stuff.

Suddenly her sensors gave off an alarming beep, just the one, but it broke the eerie silence within her small scout vessel to the point Phoebe needed little more before having a closer look. She regarded rapidly passing information on the main console, skimming through piece upon piece. Apparantly not everyone felt the need to serve their time on the same route awake and somehow managed to miss out on a compound on one of the planet's surfaces.

"Hm?" Abandoned? Perhaps. "Hello there .. You aren't supposed to be here .." Phoebe flickered her eyes from one screen to the next while putting her meal aside and punching in the proper coordinates, setting everything up for a subspace communications transfer between herself and the headquarters, just in case some of this might be relevant to their operations. The comely blonde bared her teeth in a smug grin, thinking that it might have been worth being sent off on this journey.

"Slackers .. Just look at this mess .. Am I the only one around here doing their job?" Obviously there was no one else, but boredom tended to do a lot to one person. "Are you talking to yourself again?"

She grinned. "No."

At the same time various scanner began to conduct searches on the surface, scanning for lifesigns, power outlets, plasma trails from any recently arriving or departing vessels. If anything hinted at a presence here, soon the ADD would know about it.

Scouting missions were very hit and miss with the result almost always being miss. On Earth, such a task was narrowed to a country, a city, or even just a neighborhood when searching for enemy or terrorist forces. Out in space, the scope of the mission was multiplied by a factor beyond comprehension. Advanced sensor technology helped spread the net these scouts cast with each pass but they still could only scan a planet or asteroid at a time. Even then, their sensors had limitations usually only seeing the surface of the rock depending on the material it was made of. The most Phoebe and other agents could do was keep scanning and let the computers find any anomalies that were not already noted in previous scouting reports.

While the ADD collected their own information, their enemies were doing much the same. Reports of agents going missing were unfortunately common and each agent had some amount of information within their vulnerable little minds. This information could be simple things like what equipment and ships they used or pending missions and operations or common routes ADD vessels take when scouting a system.

Three raiders closed in on Phoebe's ship from behind. They were moving slowly as their systems shielded them from specific frequencies. It was a form of cloaking specific towards sensors. They were very much visible if Phoebe were ever to turn around but to a ship's systems, they did not exist at all.

Weapons powered up as they closed in on the unsuspecting vessel. Without warning, they opened fire with ion weaponry designed to disable ship's systems rather than cause actual physical harm. The raiders would continue to close in, firing cables to grab the ADD scout vessel and drag it away from Phoebe's current mission.

To all appearances even likely abandoned systems could harbor any kind of slaver scum or worse from across the universe and as such Phoebe had sensors running throughout the entirety of her mission, but nothing other than the distant rattling sounds of working machinery and occasional beeps indicated her progress on setting up an uplink to Antares whilst focusing most of her limited power capacities on mapping out the compound as good as possible.

"Have someone else drop down there, I suppose .." She was expected to scout and nothing more. Skimming over the details, everything appeared to be in working order as the dim red bulb indicating a successful data link ascended into prominence.

"Uplink estab- Oh! Woah, woah, woah!" Suddenly a tremor surged through her ship, not too powerful to be considered in any way dangerous, but clear enough to be deduced from impact alone. In an instant the uncharacteristically ominous sapphire glow emanating from her engine gradually subsided whilst on the inside systems flickered to life and back into pitch black darkness as what little power remained struggled to be directed to any sufficient degree.

"Quick! Hit it! Hit the damn button!" Phoebe lunged for her emergency electromagnetic pulse generator, depressing it with a fully clenched fist, only to find her own heart sinking to the depths of her body. "Nothing happened .." Concerned asparagus eyes glanced back around, noting that the lights themselves suddenly gave out and flooded the small scout ship in darkness. "Oh .. No power .." She retracted her fist, throwing the flat of her palm against her forehead instead. "Right, Ion weapons. I'm an idiot."

Scrambling for the console in the cockpit department, Phoebe retrieved the coilgun therein and fumbled with the mechanism. They didn't appear to have caused any damage to anything other than her space faring vessel, for better or for worse, allowing her to prepare for a boarding action at least. There wasn't enough room to hide from any explosives tossed inside, let alone set up an ambush, but one thing became glaringly obvious as metallic thunks indicated a connection had been established between herself and whatever vessel had attacked.

"They're towing me someplace else." She observed the scene through the viewing window out front, not that it helped her situation any since Phoebe happened to be facing away. Solely the distant sun bestowed light unto the inside of her vessel, leaving the blonde effectively helpless as they drew her away. "Making a god damn mess of my ship, too."

Chowder laid splattered across the floor in a puddle of green and purple gunk, but in spite of her talks Phoebe had been beyond terrified. She found herself grasping her own chest in fear that her pounding heart would actually punch through her rib cage, thinking of all the terrors that awaited at whichever destination they intended for her to wind up in. If the systems had not started back up yet, they probably wouldn't unless technicians fixed them back up, hence Phoebe refrained from even trying.

Gazing out across the stars, Phoebe could do little else but wait amid the solitary confinement her own ship had become.

This was the most dangerous scenario for a pilot to be in. Her ship was disabled and being towed to god knows where. She had nothing but her coilgun to defend herself with. Thankfully, she still had heat and air despite her systems being completely shut down. Phoebe had plenty of time to ask questions to herself and then do so again and again. What was going to happen to her? Will the ADD find her? Where were they taking her? How did they find her? How did they slip by undetected?

Just as the air began to thin and grow colder in the dormant ship, Phoebe felt the ship be pulled inside a much larger vessel. She could see through the viewing window that this was a hanger. She noticed other vessels that looked a bit battered including a some that were from the ADD. This was not their first time capturing scout ships and from the number, it seemed these pirates had gotten quite proficient at it.

The ADD agent could hear movement outside as her attackers began to unseal the doors. There was no question that her attackers would be armed. Was Phoebe going to surrender or go down fighting? When the doors opened, large lizard like creatures would push their way inside. Their tough scales were designed to absorbed small arms fire as they hissed and growled at the human woman. They reached with their clawed hands, intending to drag the agent out of her ship whether she wants to or not.

"I'm so screwed." Somehow maintaining a positive mindset under the circumstances had been damn near impossible. She was far less occupied wondering how they managed to get the drop on her, but rather what else laid on the path ahead. "Oh, I'm so fucking screwed."

Some semblance of fear provoked thought indicated that they might just be interested in the salvage, not what happened to her in the first place and even the pilots knew stories of what can happen to those unfortunate enough to survive any engagement with hostiles. As the air grew thinner and the environment colder, Phoebe thought that dying from either suffocation or hypothermia before ever leaving her ship had been a plausible end of today's assignment.

In the vastness of space, Phoebe decided her personal fate and happened to be solely limited by her own competence when it came down to piloting a craft, swerving around danger or embracing it with excitement induced ecstasy whenever such measures became unavoidable, but staying in the prison of steel her own disabled vessel had become? She was frightened, unable to think of any positive outcome and quite literally on the verge of swooning from the pressure bestowed unto her troubled mind. She had absolutely no control over her fate any longer and was towed from the scene of her mission, leaving any possible search and rescue parties in the dark as to her current location.

Soon, however, their surroundings changed as it seemed whoever had been daring enough to attack her out in the open brought her straight into a larger vessel or compound, a hangar area of sorts, enough to confine her even further although one fleeting glance outside relayed everything Phoebe had to know.

"I'm not the first agent to come here." She swallowed hard at that revelation, but would not remain alone for long. She spun around, facing the door, arms at the ready, but was there really any point to it? "Alright, stay calm, Phoebe .. stay calm .. You've yet to die, after all." They had her in their home base and quite frankly no measure of confidence in the world could have taken on all of them, let alone with a disabled ship to her back with no cover whatsoever.

"Oh dear .." Once having forced their way inside, panicky asparagus eyes flickered from one lizardman to the next, each of them easily taller and stronger than the short albeit charm stricken blonde agent. They found her to be unarmed, coilgun discarded on the floor and hands in the air, trembling mildly thanks to the cold. It would have been foolish to oppose them, Phoebe realized as they drew near, thankful that at least any punishment they might have foisted upon her for resisting had been avoided for now.

"I-I surrender! I'll come along peacefully!" She stammered amid rapid and shallow breaths, torn from the inside of her ship with utmost ease. Phoebe offered up no resistance whatsoever, devoting her efforts solely to staying upright lest they drag her across the cold metal floor.

The saurian guards grabbed Phoebe roughly and yanked her out the ship. She saw tall cloaked figures with masks and armed with rifles move past them and into the ship, probably for looting or salvage. The large lizardmen did not appear to use any tech at all leading to those masked figures being the ones piloting the raider ships.

The lizardmen pulled the ADD agent along, taking her out of the hangar and through the long corridors of the ship. The fact this ship had a hangar revealed this to be at least a cruiser size ship though that was a vague estimation at best. Phoebe passed no windows on the way to another room. The doors hissed open to reveal the soft sounds of moaning coming from multiple women. She saw at least a dozen human women strapped down onto vertical metal slabs. Their mouths and noses were covered with some sort of breathing masks. A number of the women were moaning, staring blankly ahead with glassy eyes while others were moaning and slowly shaking their heads from side to side as if trying to fight what was happening to them. They were all nude with cups over their breasts that were chugging softly, no doubt milking their aching teats while a strange metal disc was over their clits.

Lights flickered on the disc as juices flowed freely from their glistening netherlips. Their fluids flowed down grooves and collected into some tube. It seemed both their milk and sexual juices were being gathered. Phoebe suddenly felt claws rip apart her uniform as the two lizardmen proceed to strip away her clothes and yank her towards an empty station. Her arms and legs were strapped down, leaving her spread eagle as a breathing mask went over her nose and mouth. Already, the woman would feel what her comrades were as each breath brought a sense of euphoria over her. Scaled fingers rub the woman's hidden pearl, goading it from hiding before attaching the metal disc over it. The helpless human felt jolts of pleasure suddenly shoot through the helpless bundle of nerves. It was as if the device was pushing the pleasure button on all nerves inside her clit.

Once the creatures ensured she was strapped in and breathing in the gas, they took their leave. Phoebe was left bound, breathing in the euphoric gas and having her love button endlessly stimulated. After an hour, a cloaked alien entered. He had a data pad in hand. His hand had long thin fingers, revealing he probably had a very thin frame under that cloak. His mask made him breathe audibly, unable to take oxygen most likely and making his voice muffled as he spoke.

"Name and rank, human," the alien demanded.

A fight, huh? Yeah, Phoebe could tell how useless it would have been to face them guns blazing simply by looking at their numbers as the young agent was taken from her ship and led elsewhere within the compound, or ship, who the fuck knows. It mattered little. She was taken captive and hardly had the strength nor skills to oppose these lizardmen in hand to hand combat.

She looked upon captured women before long, inarguably other agents whose bodies offered up breast milk and their own bodily essence to whatever vile machines they had been bound to. To think that Phoebe had been stricken with shock would have been an understatement. She knew what would happen soon, all too soon and in all the world the young woman never thought that such a fate awaited her further down the road.

It was only when they tore her uniform to shreds that the agent lashed out, albeit verbally since they held her tight, preventing any significant movements on her part. "Motherfucker! I'll punch your fuck ugly face in! I fucking swear it!" She froze as they pinned her to one of the metal slabs, however, fastening her to the surface before skimming across her exposed womanhood with their repugnant advances. "What .. What are you doing? D-don't touch me! Ahhnn! No, leave me the fuck alone!"

Incapable of movement and forced to experience pleasure at their hands, Phoebe turned out to be quite receptive as her clit ascended into prominence, swollen with blood. Every touch was heaven and no degree of hatred could overcome her natural responses. In addition her lungs rapidly filled with a strange unseen threat, invoking a sensation of euphoria throughout her entire trembling form. "Ah .. Stop touch m- Auuhhnn! N-no more! I don't want it! Take your .. Ah .. f-filthy hands off me .. Uhhnn! You bastards!"

Soon none were left to insult. Bound and tortured, Phoebe was left alone to face hell itself. Her mind remained relatively clear for now, but for how long? Would they ever unfasten her? Did they even care? If not, then what was the point of her capture? All Phoebe sought to do was make a dash and never return. "I'll get out of here. I'll get out of here somehow. I just have to endure, yeah, that's all I have to do."

There was no point fighting it anyway. It delivered blows to her nerve ends none had ever managed to bestow unto her in the past and manipulated the pulsing patch of nerves without relent. Hands clenched into fists as her toes curled up in ecstasy, unable to last longer than a minute before cracking for the first time, merely one of many releases that'd soon follow back to back.

"I'm cumming!" Phoebe received and received, virtually bathing in pleasure and with every thought stifling release the poor blonde felt her spirit blown apart into fragments, how the machine chipped away at her defiance little by little and defiled the very essence of her being with every passing moment of stimulating her without consent. She was one of the more fortunate ones amongst her comrades thanks to her own considerably smaller breasts, temporarily saved from the sensation of having milkers attached to her meanwhile stiffened nipples although just how much influence these pirates had on their lactating properties, young Phoebe could not tell.

She spent an eternity in the pleasure fuelled hell and clung to every sliver of coherent thought that punched through an all encompassing bubble of unwanted corporeal joy. In essence, however, only a fool would regard those who had fallen and think any chance of escape had been feasible, let alone faring a much better fate upon dealing with whomever set the whole operation up. They had to be fairly powerful to hunt down agents and think they could get away without facing consequences.

How much time had passed was an unknown, but Phoebe gathered that every moment of it was spent moaning and spasming in what could only be described as one continuous orgasm, a small puddle of slick nectar accumulated between her athletic thighs by now.

"Someone's coming .. If only .. If only they could flip the switch on this thing .." She was torn from that bliss induced trance by nearing footsteps and reflexively flickered her pleasure drunken eyes to the alien lifeform, unable to conceal her profound sexual exhaustion.

"Ungh .. N-Name and rank .." If anything, Phoebe was bound to be questioned at some point, but looking at the others one had to question just what response had earned them their respective treatment. She felt her blood boiling in equal measures of lust and rage, looking at him, not even mulling the matter over in the back of her mind before responding.

"S-Screw you .. fuckface .. Ahnn .. Fuck you and whatever heap of scum you came from!" She wasn't even any high ranking officer to begin with, possibly earning herself some extra space by claiming to be of little importance and getting killed for turning out to be useless seemed all the more appealing compared to the fiery pit of delight these women had been put through until this moment in time.

"Very well, Fuckface. Rank... Scum..." It was unknown if the alien was mocking her or he was trying to be amusing. Being known as Fuckface for the rest of her life did not seem appealing at all though. The creature approached, long thin fingers roamed over Phoebe's helpless form. He showed no concern for the agent as his fingers ran along curves and felt the swell of those breasts. He even gave them a nice hard squeeze before returning to his data pad. The act was not supposed to be erotic it seemed.

"You will answer all questions to the best of your ability, human," the alien said as his mask clicked and fed him more breathable air, "You were in an ADD scout vessel flying a designated scouting route. Why were you scouting an area that had been searched many times before, human? Are your kind forgetful? Did you find anything that seemed out of place? Your cooperation will make your life livable. Resistance will lead you to becoming another cow just like the others. Either way, you will speak."

With how the other agents were barely coherent or not at all, it was apparent that these raiders have had much practice in breaking human ADD agents. Would Phoebe resist and hope that the inevitable does not break her completely? Like the lizardman that dragged her out of the ship, this technology being used against her would never tire, never falter. It will beat on her will like crashing waves wearing away a cliff face. Little by little, this human would give just like all agents before her.

"How fucking dare he?!" She would have gritted her teeth if not for the fact that they had been bound to part once another ecstatic moan flowed freely from the swell of her lips, clearly unable to fight the sensations coursing through her pleasure abused clitoris, but the young woman certainly had a smidgen of spirit left to resist whatever vile words he spoke. "It's the same as in the stories .. Agents find themselves taken captive only to be raped and abused .." Not many of them ever saw freedom again. Phoebe would have spat him in the face if not for the fact that her mouth was essentially blocked off and her own predicament could only become that much worse if her defiance became any greater.

Somehow letting any of them touch her hadn't felt any less disgusting, even after suffering through an hour of forced pleasure and orgasms. She felt him trace over the contours of her helplessly heaving breasts yet her bosom could not compare to every moaning cow scattered around the room, twin shallow heaps of invitingly warm tit flesh graced by rock hard nipples which thrummed excitedly with every beat of her heart. There was no means of defence available to the subdued blonde and slowly but surely every lungful of euphoric gas clouded her senses beyond repair.

Asparagus eyes widened upon noting the threat of turning into whatever the other women in the room had become. She doubted they had their bodily makeup by nature and could only surmise that transforming her into a lactating cow would take little effort on their behalf while it ensured Phoebe would feel nothing but pleasure and the sensation of draining her then twisted and warped breasts of their liquid burden.

"I-I don't want to become like them. I'll talk." She could not allow herself to become like any of the others. Someone had to return to the headquarters and send allies to recover whomever happened to be imprisoned aboard this place although how exactly escape looked like, Phoebe could not say. It was certain, however, that extracting information from her could be done before or after breaking her down and there was not a single shred of doubt that these machines accomplished just that with everyone else who came before her. If obedience got her out of here, then obedience must follow.

"I'm just .. Uhnn .. fulfilling my orders b-by- Ah! .. by coming here." Phoebe explained, trying her hardest not to release a continuous stream of moans in order to respond, but these attempts proved less than fruitful. "S-So-Ohhh! Sometimes we scour previously scouted systems f-for any changes or things we might have missed the first time around .. Gawd! Hnngh .. and t-there's no particular reason as to why anyone specifically decided to search the area around here."

She sucked in another deep breath for much needed oxygen, infusing another surge of gas with her system, eyelids fluttering at the sensation only to wearily hone in on him once more. "I found absolutely nothing out of place before your people attacked my ship." She may weave lies while coherent thought remained feasible and decided to answer him rather than oppose his inquiries any further, no matter how much will power it took to overcome the urge to beat this pirate scum up badly.

"Oh, please, believe me!" However, Phoebe did not beg to be released from the machine in fear of having herself chained to it for another hour, or worse. She didn't want to give him any further ideas and being denounced fuckface had her ponder whether he was truly joking or actually meant to call her that from now on.

An issue remained nevertheless and might very well doom her if discovered. Ion weapons might have disabled her ship, but unlike electromagnetic pulse based weaponry they did not damage any electrical components. She recorded data aboard her ship and stored it since transmitting the whole deal over to headquarters was vital before erasing of that same data. It was likely they'd find it before Phoebe saw herself released.

It was a screwed if she did screwed if she didn't moment right now for the poor agent. Even as Phoebe answered the questions, the stimulation did not slow or stop. The alien being did not seem to pay much attention as it typed away at the datapad he had. It was unknown how much the aliens already knew about the ADD agent and her scouting mission. The ship could be repaired right now and the data restored. If that were true, was there any need to ask these questions? It was impossible to know.

"Very good, Fuckface," the alien replied, "Perhaps you would like to give your name and rank like a proper soldier now? Not very difficult now was it?" He continued to type away at the datapad before grabbing a tit and rolling around a nipple with his long bony thumb. "Now, where were we?" he pondered, "Oh yess... Why were you scouting this sector? Did you find anything strange?" Wait... Weren't these the questions from before? The disc continued to hum at differing frequencies, stimulating the rapidly throbbing pearl while the agent huffed the potent gas.

When Phoebe answered, the alien would praise her and ask a third time. Was he repeating on purpose? This was prolonging the interrogation meaning more time for the devices and gas to further subdue the helpless agent. How long would Phoebe's focus hold out? "What is the name of your commanding officer, Phoebe?" he asked, "Does she know she sends you out into danger? Does she even care that you are missing right now?"

Fingers pinched and tugged on the agent's nipples, twisting lightly. "Does this feel good, slut?" he hissed through his breathing mask.

Inquiries under the influence of that accursed machine bore into the petite blonde pilot akin to drills churning up the remainder of those brittle defenses, easily slicing away at her confidence and composure whereas the vulgar name he had bestowed unto her should have given rise to her hot blooded temper, but Phoebe endured for so long that the sensation had been rather lackluster with regards to anything. Shallow albeit heated breaths escaped her gaping maw which had her modest breasts rise and fall to the same bliss stricken rhythm, worsened even by another question and the fact that he seized one of these wanton orbs.

"Please, no more touching. I don't want this slaver filth touching me." She could feel the beat of her heart accelerating, the pleasure throbbing within that stiffened pebble which enjoyed his attention whilst blood circulated within it to no end. "Phoebe Denning .. Uhhn .. Ah .. P-Private .. or Airman, whichever designation you kn- Ohhhh!" They would receive the information either way and Phoebe thought it wise to surrender it freely. She no longer considered it weakness to give in, or thought too deeply into the matter in the first place. Stimulation virtually drowned out anything else before it could arise in the back of her mind.

"S-Scouting .. hah .. w-why?" It took his captive a moment to grasp the question though it must have been the same as earlier Phoebe answered the same regardless. Praise showered unto her he proceeded to ask again, each time receiving the same fabricated response although every time it became harder to stick to the lie rather than the truth. "More questions .. I just want out of this hellish machine!" She trembled euphorically while speaking, each time sucking in more air due to having to actually speak, but over the course of an hour there was so much flowing about her system that one had to wonder how much worse it could possible become.

There was no hesitation with the following questions either. "She .. Mngh .. S-She answers to the alias Harlequin .. Mmmf .. Ngh .. I-I don't know her actual name, never even met her in person." She was a nobody for the ADD and while several superior officers had gotten acquainted to her, not the one actually giving orders had ever contacted Phoebe herself. It could be a pseudonym every commanding officer used rather than belonging to an actual person, but that Phoebe could not say with utmost certainty. "I'm sure she knows it's dangerous out here. I trust they'll .. Aughh .. they'll come l-looking f-for me .. Ahnn .. eventually. Danger is a part of our lives .. It .. it is our mission to face- Unghhh, please, please don't tease, it feels to good!"

"No! It's too much, I can't take it!" She finally lost it and gritted her teeth under the continuous pleasantries given to her by the masked alien and the humming disk whose attention turned her mind to mush. Both sensitive cherries had been tweaked and yanked to some extent, fuelling the pleasure stricken agent with raw carnal delight until her body could endure it no longer in his presence. Silken insides twitched and burned up beneath the merciless onrush of pleasure before collapsing at once, tearing a stifled scream of release from the shapely woman whose lips pressed close although her body tensed up and strained against her bonds, pointing out her blatantly obvious physical reaction. A surge of slick albeit velvety feminine secretions oozed from her ecstatically convulsing cunt, giving rise to several wanton whimpering sounds from the woman herself as that orgasm devastated her body and pride.

"Please, somebody, anybody, make them stop .. It's going to be the end of me!" Release before a stranger must have been the most humiliating experience of all and yet Phoebe was yearning for attention, glazed over green eyes focusing on the nearby male with that torn expression of hers, unable to decide between desperation and pure desire as the two bled together, seemingly uncaring as to whether or not he refered to her as slut. "It feels good .. so good .."

"Your life does not have to be one of danger, slave," the alien clicked, "You are in no danger. As long as you remain obedient, you are safer than any woman in the galaxy. No, you are more than safe. You feel good... Very good... Why deny what your body wants? What your body needs?"

"You answered my questions, human..." he continued, "You now have something that the others did not have, a choice. You can devote yourself to being a dairy cow, providing milk and sustenance to countless starving people or you can offer your body for more... recreational services... The latter requires more initiative but the rewards will also be more active than in here. Would you like that? Would like to feel... more?"

To prove his point, his long thin finger traced down the agent's nude form. The thin tip traced those drooling netherlips and curled inside. It went several knuckles in, pressing his finger along those velvet walls. He drew his finger out slowly, dragging that tip all the way back until he noticed the sudden tensing of muscles. He then lingered, giving test strokes over that particular spot before confirming and tracing slowly around the hardening bundle of nerves. Glowing eyes stared into Phoebe through the mask, the finger tracing ever so slowly in an endless tease until she gave her answer. "Speak, slave!" he ordered, "When a Master asks you a question, you answer!"

"S-Safe .. Ahhnnn .." Slut or slave, none of these titles truly bothered Phoebe to any greater extent for accepting them as truth turned a rapidly worsening situation into something infinitely more beneficial and pleasurable. Slowly every sliver of defiance seemed to evaporate in face of his intriguing advances and prospects of the future, to provide for what her desire ladened body sought to experience to the utmost and felt extremely good whilst suffering through his every coherent thought crushing touch. "My body .. It wants more." She would be safe and sound, living out a life without peril, though to what purpose Phoebe did not know and equally didn't care to explore just that due to current circumstances.

"A choice .. Unlike the others .. More .. More pleasure .." Sustaining herself for over an hour, Phoebe could not hold on any longer. She climaxed once in his presence, now enduring more of that blessed touch without restraint as he skimmed over her peachy albeit silken skin, exploring his wanton captive whose body had been adorned by countless glistening beads of sweat by now, conjured through the heat that euphoric gas invoked from within although it was nothing compared to feeling him drill deep into her quivering insides.

"Uhhnnn!" They clung to him instantaneously, a trembling embrace of warm, welcoming flesh. A formidable suction encompassed his singular digit all the same, convulsing and sucking on that finger without mercy considering how needy Phoebe turned out to be, each moment of erotic torment coaxing further feverish moans from her.

Below these pitifully glazed over eyes tracked him with whichever dim measures of thought they portrayed, but they had been a mere shadow of their former chaotic stream which was encouraged by defiance. She looked on, evidently enjoying it by the looks of tense and shuddering muscles, trying to grind her hips into that finger and yet her boundaries prevented even the faintest of movements that'd enhance such carnal pleasantries.

"Y-Yes! The second choice .. Mnghhh .. I-I'd love to feel more! Augh! P-Please more!" She recalled dimly that turning into a cow would be the worse of the two. She felt absolutely divine, too good to think, too hot to resist, to the point where almost every ounce of sensory input had been solely limited to an association with him and her current state which resulted in her rapidly providing an expected response, no matter the consequences.

"Master .. Slave .. What .. What am I doing?" Phoebe could no longer differentiate between what was the plan all along and just what that entailed as her body betrayed her time and time again. "Does it even matter? It feels too good .." She thirsted for more as he toyed with her most sensitive patch of nerves, nearing yet another ecstatic release right in front of him, but without shame as the final straw of her resistance finally gave way to absolute devotion to the moment at hand. "I want it, I want it badly."

The alien creature's thin finger began to flicker rapidly over that tender spot, rewarding the slave by sending her deeper into bliss. "Good girl," he praised as the bindings clicked open and allowed Phoebe to fall to the floor. The mask was removed from the agent's face and her arms were pulled behind her and bound together at the forearms.

"Now it is time to put you to work, slave," he stated, "You are to satisfy the captain. Perform poorly and you will see me sooner than you wish." Still in the nude, Phoebe was led out the door. The disc was still pulsing lightly over her clitoris while her arms remained bound behind her.

She passed several lizard creatures as well as other cloaked figures. Their eyes drank in the agent's lovely exposed form but made no attempts to stop her as she was led to the bridge of the ship. There, she could see more cloaked figures working at various stations while one large humanoid sat at the captain's chair. He was made up of solid green muscle that seemed to have some light scales covering his flesh.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of Phoebe being brought before him. "So, you are the new whore," he rumbled, "I hope you are better than the last one." The captain looked to the figure that escorted her. "Go," he ordered the other to leave, leaving Phoebe before the captain while the other aliens continued to work, "Well do not keep me waiting, slut!" He undid his pants, revealing a hulking phallus. "Lets see if you can satisfy me..."

With Phoebe's arms bound, her options were limited. This must have been what that alien was talking about when he mentioned initiative. Could the agent swallow her pride and instead swallow this man's package?

"Uhhnn .." Slumping to the floor, equally hungry for pleasure and burning with a mixture of lust and deeply submersed fury, Phoebe felt like a worthless sack of meat which was given the freedom to choose between becoming some sort of human cattle, destined to lactate like many captured agents whereas the second option gave way to serving whatever individual sought to ravage the petite albeit athletic woman for an indefinite timeframe.

"T-thank you so much .." She breathed fresh air, but there was no point to any of it anymore. Any sense of hers had been clouded by euphoria, to the point where even the very action of trying to stand had her encapsulated in a trance of serenity, safe for one tiny aspect.

"Nnggh .. I .. I will service the Captain, Uhnn!" She tensed up and quivered helplessly in whichever pose Phoebe managed to maneuver herself into, unable to remove nor fight the buzzing disc affixed to her hyper sensitive clitoris. It swarmed her with bliss, turning her limbs to jello and mind to mush, but soon both of her arms wound up bound behind her back as a precursor of things to come.

Any step they took throughout the compound had been rife with humiliation and sultry stares from men all around, hovering over the aroused blonde like ravenous vultures, only that none of them decided to conquer the young woman whose crystal clear evidence of arousal oozed from her wanton snatch, uncontrollably breaking Phoebe down into a puppet of their whims. She had deeply flushed cheeks, her mind swam in a haze akin to intoxication, a high which her body never sought to escape from. It was only when the two of them arrived near what Phoebe surmised to be the Captain, that a sliver of thought surfaced within her lust stricken mind.

She eyed the Captain, the other crew members, downright ogling them in her subconscious for what else did her mind truly seek at any given time? But was that enough to satisfy? To want it more than anything? Abused and tossed away numerous times on the Shokushu grounds, Phoebe had not picked up a great deal of skill. None seemed willing to train their flat chested captive, fucking her into blessed oblivion and yet never trying to improve her talents. She lacked the sexual prowess a true slave might have, but her thirst for further rewards, for more pleasure could not be overstated.

"He's huge .." Yet it turned all the more sour once he unsheathed a tremendous phallus from the confines of his pants. She swallowed hard solely to find that her throat had been obstructed by unspeakable terrors flickering across her inner eye, to even remotely consider what any of them might do to someone like her, but instead of trying to run, trying to escape, saliva amassed within her mouth as though the very thought of receiving incredible degrees of pleasure for devoting herself to him had been enough to bypass whichever amount of defiance the hot blooded woman normally put up.

"I'm s-sorry I left you waiting. It won't .. Ahn .. h-happen again." She approached nevertheless, swaying the luscious expanse of her phenomenal, plump yet athletic ass for him to take in, her nipples already beyond stiff due to the colder air outside that room specifically created for milking and sexual torment, lithe lush lips slightly agape in face of the inevitable. "Watch me, desire me .. fuck me .." In a few moments the bound agent knelt down before the seated Captain, hungrily licking her lips before absentmindedly casting her glistening eyes into his.

"I want him so badly." It was a brief thought, one quickly drowned out as Phoebe leaned in, rubbing her cheek against the heat of his loins, cherishing the warmth of that well endowed package whilst drawing in deep breaths to absorb the scent of his masculinity. "Oh God, his smell .. M-More .. Let me have more!" A lungful of potent male musk followed the next, but by that time Phoebe had already swallowed her pride to lash out at that enormous love pole with her agile tongue, swirling around the mushroom tips and glands in a few long, extensive licks.

"Slaver scum, I-I hate .. hate them .. No, I'm going to .. satisfy him. I-I love servicing .. my many masters." She whimpered, the pleasure collapsing on her whilst coating him in a layer of saliva. "How am I supposed to take .. all of that .. It, it doesn't m-matter .. I'm taking him in .." Her delicate hands clenched into fists while leaning in, a distant shimmer of consciousness calling out to her, but her body betrayed her mind in an onrush of near orgasmic bliss, showering his hot shaft with an equally heated breath. "Mmmmph .."

"It's stretching my lips to capacity!" Tight lips sealed about the crest of his member in an uncertain hold, slowly sliding along the expanse of his cock whilst her tongue absorbed that taste, his unusually scaly texture, virtually everything formerly disgusting to the agent which now paved the path to greater pleasures of her own. "Yet .. It tastes good .. so good!" She bobbed her head back and forth in little time albeit relatively slowly, taking solely a few inches in fear of triggering her own gag reflex, evidently lacking some of the sensuality ladened professionalism some women more accustomed to this particular role might have.