“Auughh! Yes! Yes!” Ask and you shall receive. Phoebe cried out in raw jubilance the instant Vespira went on to conquer both hungry passages at once and not even the pleasant aches of being filled to capacity abated her desires in the slightest. She beamed with bliss and expressed it by bringing more to her Mistress as each phallus licked and rubbed what feeble barrier of flesh resided between them, the girl happily meeting each ascent of those thunderous hips with her own in an orchestra of wanton clapping sounds coupled with the slick slurps of their combined juices.

Saurians had become invisible to her before and with how much more Phoebe’s torn and tattered mind had to deal with, their menacing hisses hardly reached her own ears. Seeking escape left her stream of thought the moment their eyes crossed hence being entrapped by such an exotic specimen could not have concerned her any less. She cherished how much Vespira seemed to be fond of her, however. She encased her in those mighty coils, preventing her prey from departing whilst conquering whatever happened to be left of the nubile young vixen to crush.

“Ahhhhhh!” She came hard once Vespira offered her release for the agent to take. There wasn’t much left of her decency by the end of it. “She’s coming inside me .. So much cum ..” Hot serpentine spunk spurted into her womb and allowed for the petite blonde’s belly to swell just a little given the virility of her new owner. She feared Vespira might actually plunge beyond the erotically tormented gates of her cervix, but thankfully refrained from overwhelming her to such degrees today.

“M-Mistress feels sooo good.” Slivers of drool escaped the corners of her mouth while her own violently convulsing muscles smother that powerful rod in an embrace of potent warmth and feminine juices. She would not waste any dollop of seed and take it all like Vespira ordered, her head languidly reeling from side to side in the aftermaths of her own orgasm although those blissed out eyes never left the Gorgonian.

In the end, however, the shorter agent slumped forward with hectic pants spilling from her lips. Warm albeit weakened breaths wash over each glorious scaled orb thanks to her stature whilst their breasts mash together, letting the serpent woman feel each and every breath Phoebe sucked in and exhaled. It all tore away at her stamina.

Phoebe demonstrated her proficiency in sexual matters, but despite having trained under the Captain himself wasn’t entirely tailored to perfection. Some was left for the Gorgonian to chip away. She lacked endurance and while the human female certainly resided far from blacking out anytime soon, those hypnotizing yellow eyes had turned her mind to mush. Recurring strokes of countless scales tenderized her longing depths from the inside out and left the woman agonizingly sensitive to every feasible advance, tingling pleasantly even though the two of them weren’t moving from their current position.

“Ungh .. Uhh ..” Every muscle within her felt lax and burned with an undeniable warmth. Vespira herself doused Phoebe in an undying aphrodisiac, the likes of which the shapely blond had never experienced. Glassy green eyes hover upon her own and feed on the eternal void therein, fuelling her senses with every command Vespira relayed. She wanted to please, these tender digits lightly digging into the Gorgonian’s shoulders in preparation of things to come, but the corrupted agent simply could not lift herself again.

The alien crime lord felt Phoebe tighten around her pulsing rod. The weak human tried to milk more of that hot spunk into herself, those inner walls squeezing and shuddering around the scaled meat. The agent struggled to keep up but her body had already succumbed. The woman could summon no strength to her numb legs as waves of tingly afterglow soaked into every inch of her very being.

"Sspent already? Pathetic..." Vespira hissed as she lifted Phoebe's chin with a finger. She saw the glassy look in the woman's green eyes. The serpent's coils loosened. The agent was still impaled on the long spear that conquered her as the woman was unbound. Hands held Phoebe's hips as Vespira's own powerful hips surged upwards. The rod jammed deep inside the agent, as far as the scaled shaft could go. The slave may be spent but Vespira was far from it as she continued to fuck the helpless woman, filling her womb with overflowing amounts of hot alien seed. Only when Phoebe blacked out did Vespira finally toss the spent woman to the floor. This one was going to require further work.

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Phoebe woke up to the sound of the soft hiss of her Mistress. But, that was not all she heard. She heard the moans of multiple women. The captured ADD agent would immediately notice her forearms bound behind her with magnetic shackles. Her ankles were chained down to the floor, giving her a limited range of movement. The first thing she would see was the prismatic coils of Vespira, writhing upon a massive bed of pillows and soft cushions. Numerous slaves were with their Mistress, doing all they could to pleasure the serpent woman.

The female slaves ranged from humans of various ethnicity and aliens of a variety of more exotic colors. The lucky few were dragging their tongues along the long scaled shaft and washing the tip to taste the delicious precum inside. Others roamed their hands over the Gorgonian's voluptuous form and powerful tail. Tendrils were thrusting into each of their drooling pussies, ravaging them while Vespira deeply kissed a slave's lips.

Women cried out as juices squirt from their climaxing forms. Most kept going but others gradually were worn down as they slumped over, falling off the bed to be replaced by those with better stamina. The stench of sex was heavy in the air and yet Phoebe was left out of it all.

Bound in place, the only company the agent had besides the moans of her fellow slaves was a metal shaft before her. The chains had enough give to allow her to mount the cold unfeeling rod if she found herself desiring relief. Was she being punished? Vespira did not seem to even notice her presence, a cruel fate for any slave.

"W-What's happening?" She woke to have her eyes snap open even though instinct told her otherwise. Phoebe had grown wary of these magnificent yellow eyes once her mind grasped some of their hidden attributes. Thankfully they weren’t fixated on her at the time, but these prismatic scales lured her in, then lulled the secured agent into a state of undesired comfort. "N-No, I'm trapped!" She stirred and yanked on her newfound restraints, feeling something between her thighs from which the woman recoiled.

Unable to move and subjected to the sound, smell and emotions building up within her, Phoebe could do little else other than endure. A brief flash of the scene was more than enough to break her resolve. Soft ruby lips tingled thanks to the image of letting her tongue dash over that long scaled shaft, even kissing Vespira herself instead of the great many fortunate women serving her. She was the one neglected, not even seen to by one of her Mistress’ appendages whereas her own desire to serve had not been met.

The stench of sex worked itself into her lungs like a drug, telling of the more desirable moments Phoebe could have had with the Gorgonian as her skin began to tingle with every moan that reached her ears like a symphony of undying bliss. Was Mistress disappointed with her? Was this her punishment for failure? She recalled losing her stream of thought at some point, perhaps even blacking out considering where they happened to be now and seeing the great many servants here, certainly Vespira remained unsatisfied.

"Am .. Am I not good enough for Mistress Vespira?" It was a shock to believe that her savior from these vile slavers outmatched her to such great extents. She had only herself to blame for being useless which nearly broke her heart although slivers of self-preservation prevented Phoebe from breaking down completely. Escape was an option, one worthy of consideration, but for the moment her arousal had been pushed to new heights after having to watch the orgy her body wanted to be a part of for a short while.

Pleasure drunken eyes then fall on the shaft before her. Once you’ve tasted heaven, everything else became hell and her current situation happened to be no different since Vespira had shown her the blessings of worshipping the Gorgonian’s cock first hand, but given how the scene unfolding before her eyes roused far more than her own mind from slumber, the metallic rod became all the more desirable as time slipped by. Phoebe knew it wouldn’t suffice, but the closest thing to redemption had to be riding it on her own in an attempt to attain greater stamina.

"I really shouldn't do this, but .. Vespira .. I want her inside me. I want her to claim me as her own. I want to improve so that I may please her on my own someday." She gasped once the cold touched upon her nether lips, coaxing another potent lungful of sex stricken air into her lungs which laid itself upon her troubled mind like a balm to soothe the senses, to make her believe that Vespira forced her to do this and her own consciousness had no choice but to surrender. "I'd love to be her fucktoy." Phoebe might have hoped to uphold a certain tough girl façade when confronted with the trials of open space, but on the inside the petite young pilot craved pure unconditional sex beyond reason.

"Oh, Vespira .." Soon these tingling petals worked themselves over the rod, letting their heat bleed onto the solid shaft while her eyes lids sealed themselves shut in raw indulgence. It was nothing compared to Vespira whose exotic girth had been riddled with potent warmth and the friction conjured by that scaled spire of vigorous flesh was beyond sublime to the lively blond agent. "I want you with all my heart." With her eyes closed, picturing the two of them on their own again fueled the desperate woman’s every motion. "Show me how good being a woman can feel." She was the one to serve her Mistress and each approving hiss was dedicated to her service. Such was the woman Phoebe hoped to become.

"Uhhnn!" Such fantasies had the woman gasp and quiver, working herself into a frenzy as those ample hips grind against the shaft before her until plenty of feminine nectar coated the entire length. She then poised her dripping cunt above the slick rod, whimpering in delight at the thought of what was to come before plunging straight down. "Ahh .. Yesss!" She moaned, feeling her muscles clench and convulse in immediate release. Juices gushed out over the trapped spire, oozing onto every inch the agent contained. Phoebe clung to the mental image of her Mistress, that there was no disappointment, no one else to share such bliss before gyrating her bound form against her newfound lover. She fucked that prick with ever growing fervor, gradually working its whole surface with those trained inner muscles of hers.

Phoebe had no orders to go by. All she had to go off of was what she took in from the scene before her. She wanted to be part of the action. There were so many slaves that looked so pleased to be there and yet she was the only one being denied. Would Vespira even answer if the new slave called out to her, would she even hear her pleas?

The metal shaft before the agent was cool to the touch. It was completely smooth, making it easy for the human woman to mount it and lower herself upon its length. The metal would warm and match her body heat in time. At first, it seemed nothing was happening beyond Phoebe fucking herself. But, the rod gradually began to hum with vibrations, stimulating the agent for her efforts. The more the agent fucked it, the more it vibrated.

Phoebe's bindings beeped but remained solid. It was unknown what the shackles were doing if anything at all. But, it was the only sound outside her own moans and the moans of Vespira's slaves. Little did the agent know that her bindings would gradually loosen the more she fucked the metal shaft. Sensors would read her rate and duration. The harder and faster the woman went, the higher the vibrations grew and the looser her bonds would get. This was not punishment but training. If Phoebe could endure, perhaps she would be freed and allowed to join. Otherwise, her company would be this inanimate shaft until her stamina improves with a view of Vespira's bed as her only motivation.

“It’s getting easier to move.” Slackened bonds barely concerned the formidable agent beyond being able to pursue her goals with growing ease. “Ohhh! It’s moving inside me, too!” She loved the vibrations which were added to her artificial love pole and forced herself to take it in with greater enthusiasm. Whatever hidden mechanics resided therein, the blond slave quickly discovered that more effort on her part rewarded her body with far more extraordinary pleasures and greater measures of freedom. Perhaps in time there'd be enough room to stimulate herself with her own hands and Phoebe eagerly worked toward that goal in order to steel her own pitiful self. After all, this no longer felt like punishment to her addled mind.

“Ungh! Ahh!” Escape never seemed so far. Guzzling cum and getting reamed by the Captain's cock happened to be her world for those past few weeks and now Vespira took his place. Every moment of not being able to fulfill that duty became agony. She could almost taste it, the shimmering bubbles of precum which had been lapped up by whichever lucky girl cleansed the tip of that scaled phallus at the time. It hurt not to be the one, almost as much as to be reduced to a bystander of all things and every thrust bestowed unto the rod beneath her, within her, reminded Phoebe of her own insignificance compared to the more talented females on the scene.

It all meant nothing without Vespira's attention and touch, however, but the prospect of it kept her going nevertheless. She wanted more, feasting on the heat her own body exuded to forget all that was in favor of living through heaven itself. Phoebe then bit down on her lower lip in ever growing temptation, humiliating herself in front of everyone. Slaves punished the shapely young woman with the same apathy as the stunning Gorgonian beauty, but their presence alone broke an already brittle measure of defiance even quicker than their privilege to pleasure Vespira in her place.

For the sake of greatly improved usefulness to the massive snake woman, her latest acquisition stole over that rod without respite, loving moans and whimpers resounding off the chamber walls to join the other females' whose bodies had been seen to. She battled herself internally, but the desire to be used and fucked simply became too great to resist. “I want it.” She wanted to reach out, to inhale and taste her Mistress, to seal her lips around that glorious scepter and slurp its amazing warmth deep into her mouth. “I want to suck Mistress’ cock!” All that needed to be done was improve her lackluster stamina through this sole shameful display.

Suddenly those sensually wide hips worked themselves over the smooth metallic phallus with greater fervor, her cries growing all the more erratic as her pace increased and the pleasant burden on her senses rapidly amassed to new heights. Squelching sounds indicated her progress even though Vespira could not be bothered to watch, coming faster and faster with every descent Phoebe committed her energy reserves to. Slick juices spilled out around that cock and trickled to the floor. She truly hungered for the exotic specimen before her and wanted to prove it with all her might.

"Mistress doesn't hate me .. She still likes me." The fantasy was preferable to reality, after all. “I just .. I just need to be better than the others.” She was the one to be the sole recipient of Vespira's loving affections and at once her body responded in kind by riding out her darkest desires. For those select few moments before her climax Phoebe had been one of the best in terms of both technique and looks, each befitting of a slave whose love for the whorish procedure could not be overstated. She rocked her hips with youthful exuberance, fucking that prick to the utmost extent of her capabilities before her own body finally succumbed to the stimulation.

She came and screamed in pure joy, rushing into her release with the mental image of her Mistress ravaging her mind into oblivion. It sent her mind reeling for very few if any ever managed to elicit such a profound reaction from the trained pilot throughout her adventurous life. Juices flowed freely from her wholly stuffed cunt the very instant her senses had been pushed over the edge. Tight inner muscles dragged over the metallic warmth within her, filling the jubilant young woman with even more carnal pleasantries to cherish.

Phoebe continued on through the aftermaths of her orgasm, not letting it die that easily even though her inexperience had been responsible for her slowing in pace and quicker, shallower breaths, causing her full chest to rise and fall and linger like weights against her petite yet curvy frame. She had to retain her consciousness to proceed and while being this incompetent as a sex slave, losing herself completely would have been worse than taking it slow in order to amass enough energy to commence. She had a long way ahead of her, but her desire to become more than she was right then to please Vespira knew no bounds today. Unless interrupted, Phoebe spent a great deal of time trying to match up to the others.

Phoebe's cries were heard from the far end of Vespira's chamber. The bonds were loosening as the woman came hard around the unfeeling metallic phallus. The new slave knew what was expected of her now. Unfortunately, her body could not keep up this pace. The human slave forced her body to keep moving through the orgasm but then experienced the wonderful afterglow that washed through her entire body. Muscles burned and ached including muscles she had little experience ever working this hard since being fucked by the alien captain.

But the human tried, she gave it her all. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and she was gasping for breath. The ADD agent watched the orgy happening around Vespira. Both alien and human flesh writhed and rubbed against one another as groans echo through the chamber. Some women had reached their limit but there were others on their fifth or sixth orgasm now. How did they do this? Phoebe was approaching her second and her legs were already going numb.

The bonds were continuing to loosen but soon, progress halted. As Phoebe's pace slowed, so did the unlocking until it halted altogether. Unable to keep up, the bindings resealed as the poor human woman sat impaled on the rod. She was unable to move her aching body any more. All she could do was watch or shut her eyes as the other slaves took her prize.

Once Vespira was satisfied, she left her chamber with a few slaves following behind her swaying hips. What few slaves were left that could still move finally looked over at the new girl impaled on the rod. They gave each other a knowing smirk before crawling slowly towards the exhausted ADD agent.

"Aww... Is the new girl all tuckered out?" One giggled while another ran her hand slowly over Phoebe's glistening chest. Another teasingly pinched the woman's throbbing clit, tormenting it. "Mmm... Let's have some fun..."

They helped Phoebe rise off the shaft and layed her down on the floor. With her arms bound, there was little her exhausted body could do to stop these evil minx. One began teasing Phoebe's drooling entrance and erect pearl. Those fingertips traced those puffy inflamed lips while others tweaked and rolled around the swollen bundle of nerves. A slave each took a breast which they began to massage while licking and sucking Phoebe's nipples. The final slave moved to mount herself on the agent's face. Fingers stroke through Phoebe's hair as one order was given. "Eat me, new girl..."

Somehow not even her personal best turned out to be good enough and for the moment Phoebe loathed her own inadequacy more than the scene unfolding directly in front of her. She could have been part of the whole group, perhaps even far from being forced to watch how Vespira treasured their touch if only her body was up to the task rather than wind up publically humiliated by being chained and left to practice on her own, openly displaying her lack of sexual endurance. She barely lasted two orgasms at best while some achieved their peaks in numbers the pilot thought impossible. It was beyond discouraging to live such a life.

Phoebe could only watch on while Vespira departed from the sex stricken chamber and abandoned the sweat caked blond all the same without even granting her a fleeting glance. There was no appreciation, no recognition of her efforts. She was a most disappointing acquisition thus far and virtually every moment of servitude thus far relayed to the enslaved pilot just how little her Mistress must have thought of her. Soon enough, however, those light green eyes flickered to the other slaves in the room.

"N-no .." Exhausted as the agent might have been then, there was no doubt her mind deduced fairly quickly that the remaining females teamed up on their utterly helpless rival. She sought to speak up, to protest while inching away, but the phallus Phoebe broke down on practically prevented a safe retreat until the others heaved her off the warm metal spire. At that point in time there was no escape from this. They had her right where they wanted the shapely agent to be.

“Mnngh ..” They assailed her every erogenous zone and Phoebe could do little other than squirm and moan while her arms were bound and now, thanks to her newfound posture and stuporous condition, effectively trapped beneath her own body. She whimpered in a mixture of delight and reluctance as they took advantage of her, too exhausted to struggle, glazed over eyes fixating on the woman before her.

She picked up on the order, but hardly made any effort to fulfill it. “Nnngh .. I-I’m not taking orders from yo- Ohhhh!” It was neither wise nor beneficial to her current situation to deny any of them since even screaming for help would do her little good, but at the time Phoebe thought of the privilege they had enjoyed and the blond vixen certainly had no part in the carnal worship of her Mistress. They had no right to demand anything of her and Vespira said nothing about obeying any of their commands in the first place. “You’re not .. Ahn .. my Mistress. I’m not going to do what you want.”

The girls giggled at Phoebe's useless protests. The slaves played with each other when their Mistress was away. With such a large criminal organization, most slaves tend to go months without the touch of their loving owner. They quickly learn to embrace their needs and use each other to satisfy their yearning desire.

The new slave my be defiant now but these slaves were very familiar with not only the body of their Mistress but the human body as well. The woman sitting on Phoebe's face continued to grind against the agent. Fingers stroked through the weary agent's hair while the other slaves continued to have their fun.

Soft breaths were blown into Phoebe's drooling entrance, soaking into the tender netherlips as they flared and part on their own volition. The girl smirked and continued blow those cool breaths into the woman's depths while another teased her swollen clit. Fingers traced those lips and parted them further while the slave blowing the breaths dipped her tongue all the way into that awaiting snatch. "Mmm... She tastes delicious," the woman murmured as she took slow licks of those velvet walls.

The two women playing with Phoebe's breasts began to suck and tug on them, trapping the nubs between their teeth and pulling back before they eventually popped free. They blew cool breaths into the glistening peaks, causing them to harden and ache more before warm lips sealed over them once more. The two women purred like kittens, sending vibrations through the agent's breasts while hands stroked and massaged the swollen orbs.

The slaves continued to methodically stimulate the new slave's already aching body. It was a slow boil, never pushing things too far. Any sudden moments of tension resulted in the slowing or halting of their efforts before resuming when the moment passed. It quickly became apparent that they were going to bring Phoebe to her limit and leave her there. "You are not the first girl we have broken," the lead girl said, "All you agents are the same. We would know. Each one of us broke and were shown our place. We are very good at our job, girl. We can leave you like this for days if allowed. How does that sound? Days without ever reaching that precious moment of bliss?

“You’re p-pathetic. Ahhnn .. You should be ashamed of yourself!” Lashing out verbally had been her final means of defense for those bonds weren’t going to let her do anything other than squirm, quiver and tense at the most inopportune moments. She loathed those words, her every confession of breaking women on the regular a low blow to any freedom loving female, but in one regard Phoebe could not help but agree. They were damn good at what they did and her own body desired more of what they had to offer. She burned, downright thirsted for more.

Such pleasure had her tense up in her bonds before long, gritting her teeth at an imminent release, but it never came. They knew exactly how to control her that way, keeping her from cumming whilst drawing her further into their hands. She never truly found herself captured for prolonged measures of time before, but was determined to never give up, never break for these sluts were a whole new level of pathetic, trying to break women for the ones who have broken them before. They were a disgrace to any agent working in the field, fighting against slavers to free those enslaved.

Yet Phoebe was no fool and realized how fruitless it’d be to remain tied up for days on end without any chance to explore her new surroundings and look for opportunities to escape. Stuck in shackles whilst being trapped on the heights of carnal bliss, dangerously close to the brim of insanity considering what the slave before her threatened the shapely young agent with, the mental imagery alone was a compelling argument to obey. Such gradual and strenuous attacks to her spirit could not be allowed to occur if there was to be even the slightest sliver of hope of making it out of here with a mind of her own.

Somehow coming to that conclusion had been fairly simple for her own body would always betray the petite blond female. Taking their erotic torture for days would have her succumb to the chance for release in a heartbeat whereas doing it now solely served the purpose of getting it over with. Sadly her talents in that department wouldn’t be too breathtaking either for the girl had been forced to experience pleasure far more often than giving it instead.

Shimmering green eyes gazed upon her tormentor, the leader of the lot or so Phoebe thought, before those piercing orbs had been squeezed shut and their captive leaned in to fulfill her duty. “Traitorous scum, all of them.” She felt the boil of that rage, how it intermingled with her burning desires. Phoebe hated them for what they had become, but had to swallow her own pride for now if blessed release was ever meant to come and at this point the lively pilot hungered for it.

She stuck out the expanse of her tongue, letting the tip dash over the outskirts of her labia to collect some of the moisture there since Vespira had taken quite a toll on her plethora of slaves before departing from the chamber, ensuring the young woman had most of her work laid out for her already. Phoebe began to eat out the woman sitting on top of her before long, albeit reluctantly, and hummed melodically beneath ample measures of loving affections being force fed to her trembling body.

She teased those folds by slicing them apart in their midst, dragging her tongue over the entrance to her body, tormenting the very outskirts of her womanhood before dipping deeper inside without shame or hesitation.

"Uhhnn... That's it, slut... Don't stop..." the woman groaned as her hips ground against Phoebe's face. The torment continued as the agent worked on getting the slave caught up. Musky fluids drooled onto Phoebe's tongue as she delve deep into those folds. She could feel the walls tighten around her tongue, practically sucking on it as the woman worked.

Meanwhile, the other girls continued teasing and stimulating the agent's body. Every erogenous zone screamed for more but only got just enough to remain awake and aware for the next stroke or pinch. The girls kept an eye on their fellow sister. Only when she was ready to cum did they double their efforts to send Phoebe into bliss with her. Hot juices soaked over the agent's face as cries of passion fill the air. Heat rushed through all the tension and directly into Phoebe's core as she too was brought to climax.

"Mmm... Wonderful..." the leader purred only to shift off and another girl take her place. They were rotating, each taking a new position and starting anew. Phoebe was in for a long day. Each women had their own technique that would melt the agent's senses in new ways. Some were rough while others were more gentle. But the one consistent thing that remained with each iteration was cumming with the woman she was eating out. Each rotation soaked Phoebe's face with fresh musky nectar before being replaced with another dripping snatch.

Hours passed as every cell of Phoebe's quivering form was introduced to each of their individual attention. The agent felt herself lifted up to sit on her knees before the other slaves. One of them brought a bowl of water to Phoebe's lips, letting her drink it slowly to rehydrate. "You will learn and you will thank me," the leader stated, "Or perhaps you understand already. Do you?" Slowly, the woman slid her foot forward before the exhausted agent. "Tell me what you have learned."

Phoebe lost track of time. Shaken to the core, there were many times the young pilot neared the limit of her senses, threatening to pass out after cumming alongside her tormentors for what felt like an eternity, but they knew how to press her buttons just right and kept her conscious to serve an even longer sentence of whatever bliss filled punishment they wanted her to endure. In the end the woman soaked in sweat and feminine juices had been empty eyed and gasping for breath with what little strength remained within her limbs.

She was brought up to her knees and had trouble sustaining herself in that position, but tried nonetheless with that liquidy goodness all too close to her lips. Phoebe drank, washing away the taste of the many women all around, but said nothing to aggravate them further. The most familiar voice spoke up, addressing her, interrupting the gratifying flow of water into her parched mouth as the agent glanced up.

It had been drilled into her to receive one lesson out of the whole ordeal, perhaps more, and thus far not even her addled mind failed to pick up on how and when they allowed Phoebe to climax. “I cum with the Mistress, never before.” She spoke up, weak and shuddering in her bonds given how much her muscles ached in the aftermath of her many releases. A glimpse of worry stole over her features, wondering if they were going to put her through this again which encouraged the petite blond to add more to her response. “Thank you. It is a valuable lesson to learn.”

Far more startling, however, was the thought of being left here, chained up in the passion stricken chamber. She inhaled a constant presence of cum and nectar spilled about from Vespira and the others, filling her nostrils with the scent of sex next to the drying fluids from her own flock of patrons. “Will you let me out of here?” She feared even asking would get her in trouble, but freedom never seemed farther, not even after spending time with the Captain. “I’ve behaved well just now, haven’t I? I’ll be good, I promise.”

"That is not the only lesson. Know your place, obey your betters and obey my Mistress," the woman added, stepping down on Phoebe's head and forcing her to remained pressed against the floor. "It is not up for me to decide if you stay or you go. That is entirely on you and earning my Mistress's favor."

The girls smirked and each gave Phoebe a soft lingering kiss before taking their leave. Finally, the agent was allowed the one thing she needed more than ever, rest. She was left in a pool of her own sex and sweat. The smell of herself, the girls, and even Vespira still lingered heavily in the air. Arms still bound, Phoebe remained chained with her only company being the metal dildo sticking out from the floor. The poor agent would feel aches she never knew she could experience inside her sex, muscles worked to the point of expiring. Her nipples were painfully erect along with her exposed and vulnerable pearl. The cool air soaked into those nubs, giving the agent chilling caresses as she tried to get some sleep.

Later, a few slaves arrived to clean up Vespira's chamber. A bucket of water was splashed over Phoebe's nude form while mops were used to clean up the sex and sweat off the floor. The girls were not the same ones from before. They kept their eyes lowered and did not give Phoebe more than a passing look. The girls cleaned and would nudge and push Phoebe out of the way if necessary. There was no sign of Vespira or the favored sex slaves, granting Phoebe some time to think while watching the sexy women clean Vespira's room.

Phoebe collected every ounce of strength she could even though slumbering amid the result of her latest torturous session with the girls had been quite sickening. “God fucking damn it! Who the hell-” It all came to an end with water splashing over her body, causing the freshly awakened agent to shudder and jolt within her bonds for the young woman was on the verge of cursing thanks to that sudden surprise, but let the matter drop with a disgruntled mumbling of the words in question.

Instead her eyes fixated on the new servants. They appeared to be different somehow, less inclined to tease and torment her while their lowered gaze had her ponder on whether they displeased their Mistress or were punished by being given this kind of work rather than bedding Vespira or something else more desirable. In any case, they lacked the enthusiasm in spite of fulfilling their duty, but that might just be a mistake on her part.

No matter, Phoebe had time to think now without being completely overwhelmed and wasting time trying to persuade these women into aiding her escape wasn’t an option. However, Phoebe figured none of the other slaves on cleaning duty would care to help her out if asked, but it was far more likely they’d lend her a helping hand than relying solely on her telekinesis, as little as the agent knew about utilizing it in the first place, just to escape that dreaded hell hole.

They weren’t going to free her, but then again no one actually ordered her to stay there if her own resourcefulness allowed the agent to flee. Sadly it was, once more, easier said than done. She looked around the chamber, watching the girls clean the area about her as they made their way past and through the restrained blond by pushing her aside whenever necessary. “Well, nothing ventured ..” She chose the closest one to address, lowering her voice enough to mask their conversation from the others, but her hopes were quite low with regards to it becoming more than the monologue of a desperate soul.

“Hey, hey you.” She tried getting up, back into her kneeling posture which showed that nearly none of the ache in her muscles had vanished entirely, making the very act of moving somewhat hesitant in itself. “C-Can you help me out here? I haven’t had anyone come to unchain me for hours.” Probably being less direct might have helped, but denial was as good a response as any at this point. If none came, Phoebe would wait for something else to happen, unable to do much more in her current position besides letting freedom come to her and not the other way around.

The servants were attractive but they were not as confident as the ones that tormented Phoebe hours earlier. How or why they had these positions were unknown. Could be a class thing or it could be just a matter of drawing a short straw, someone has to keep the ship clean.

The servants ignored Phoebe, nudging her out of the way if she was in the way. Only when the ADD agent finally got the nerve to speak up towards one of the girls did the woman look up from her work. "Hm?" she blinked, a bit confused, "Come unchain you? What are you talking about? None of us has the key. The key is right there..." she pointed at the metal shaft that Phoebe rode during the orgy. "Pass the test and your bindings will release. Fail... Well you will have plenty of chances. I do not think you will want to wait to be released. Having others free you means you are incapable of serving Mistress Vespira. You want to do that don't you? You will want to eventually, one way or another..."

It was a thorough response. Perhaps it was not a secret so the servant was more than willing to provide the information. What the girl said was at least true or at least the evidence was there. The bonds did get looser the more Phoebe fucked herself on this metal shaft. The agent saw how long those slaves went with that alien serpent woman. Even a group of them could not wear the Gorgonian out entirely. Such sexual satisfaction must be part of the reason Vespira keeps so many women in her bed with her.

If there was no more questions, the woman got back to work and finished cleaning the room with the other servants. They eventually finished and moved to Phoebe herself. They had soapy rags in hand was they all grabbed hold of the agent and proceeded to scrub her from head to toe, cleaning every bit of sex and grime from the ADD agent until her skin was sparkling. They treated Phoebe like an object that needed cleaning rather than a real live person.

“One way or another? What the fuck does that mean?” Something about Vespira seemed off the first time they met and while Phoebe was no scientist, there wasn’t much of a doubt that her eyes and scales both played their role in manipulating her to some extent. Without her in the room, there was no rush to serve or to picture her in positions the luckier slaves held, but the threat existed nonetheless. Perhaps the other slave meant just that when explaining the matter to her, but the agent couldn’t be sure.

“I suppose it’s best not to stay around and find out, huh.” She endured their petty cleansing ritual in silence since getting cleaned up for once wasn’t all too bad after everything some of the women here put her through although not being treated like an object for one would have been preferable. Yeah, expecting anything out of these women who thought so little of the newcomers would be a mistake. Come to think of it, Phoebe passed out before even arriving here. “Well, fuck, one thing at a time there, brain. If I’m not making it out of here, there isn’t anything beyond these walls to worry about.”

How long would it take her to get out of those chains if only so much could be done before her body gave up? A rough estimate had been multiple days at least, maybe more, but then again she had no clue how great one’s progress could be with regards to gaining more endurance in the bedroom.

“Alright, here we go ..” Phoebe had enough modesty about her to wait for the clean-up crew to depart before shuffling closer to her metallic companion, frowning at the sight although the rage boiling within her as she was forced to do it regardless of the outcome had been more than obvious to anyone. “Oh, I’ll hate myself for months once I’m done with this.” It might actually motivate her to improve if those emotions could be directed at the task at hand.

Sensors might indicate her progress to an unseen observer, or freedom was no closer than before as if the mechanism which made the chains loosen up was merely meant to trick her into thinking any escape from them was possible, but Phoebe could do little else. She was bound to practice and prolong her inevitable failure little by little lest this room became the one and only home the agent would ever know unless Vespira grew tired of having her latest acquisition be the most useless as well, which is probably where those aforementioned threats of wanting to serve her either way came in. Such was not the life the young pilot desired hence mounting that pole became her one and only option.

“Ohhh ..” She ground her aching sex against the metal pole which had cooled some over the past hours, trembling not only at the sensation of cold, but rather due to how thoroughly the other slaves experimented with her body. It became quite the struggle to even arouse herself beneath the burn shooting through her muscles, but just as her own corporeal form betrayed her in the past, the desired level of arousal was soon enough to soak the metal shaft in crystal clear juices. She took one last deep breath before moving onto the task of getting out of those restraints.

“Mngh! Good God .. Auughh ..” Soft whimpers escaped the already panting woman as the crown of that phallus finally parted her depths, easing further inside with every inch of her descent before it was all enveloped by that desperately clinging sheath. She’d almost worked herself into a frenzy for this and, after having impaled herself on that rod, wasted little time on making some progress. Phoebe rose and fell with delicate moans slipping past the sensuous puckers of her lips, time and time again working toward the end goal. It remained to be seen how much could be done within one session, but it was doubtful the blond vixen could get out anytime soon.