Phoebe worked on fucking the rod until her numb legs and aching cunt could take no more. She had felt the bonds loosen once she reached a certain pace. But, it immediately locked again when she failed to maintain such a vigorous pace. The rest of her time was spent resting and recovering as best as she could. It was unknown if there was a time limit or how long she had if there was one. It seems for now, she was left to her own devices, ignored like a piece of furniture.

The doors slid open as a slave entered. The sly smirk revealed it to be the woman who led Phoebe's torment before. In her hands were two small bowls. One was filled with some unidentifiable food and the other was most likely some water to drink. "Still here I see..." she called out. She stopped a distance and sets the bowl of water down outside of Phoebe's reach. She then circled around and ran a finger along the metallic shaft before giving a slight sniff. "From no lack of trying at least. Good girl... Keep on trying and you might just be worthy of notice."

"I bet you are starving by now," the woman said as she moved closer, standing over Phoebe. She held the bowl high above Phoebe's kneeling form. "Do not keep me waiting. Take it," she stated. It was impossible to reach while on her knees. But the chains on her ankles did not prevent her from standing. It was an odd sensation. Perhaps it was due to so much time spent on her knees that standing never really occurred to the agent. Then again, where would she go after she stands? Still if Phoebe makes the effort, she would feel the aches in her legs as she slowly forces them to extend. Circulation returned to them bringing forth all sorts of aches and pains but also some relief like working muscles that were left unused. The slave allowed Phoebe to stand and take the bowl from her. The food did not smell or taste great but it was at least filling.

"Now what do you say?" the woman asked firmly.

“Ungh ..” Standing up tended to have little use for Phoebe throughout the duration of her stay and only now did the petite blond have the chance to achieve something with it. She got up, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, but the aches and burns across her entire body had been merely enhanced by attempting to utilize muscles which hadn’t been used for quite some time. “Christ, that hurts. Fuuuck ..” She was told not to keep her waiting and that’s exactly what the girl was trying to do, getting up quicker than a more comfortable pace for the reward outweighed the effort.

“How fucking dare she hold it up that high?!” Soon, however, Phoebe managed to get the bowl and ate from it without even thinking of the implications. She didn’t care to be popular among these women that much and eating out of a bowl like any pet wasn’t beneath her at all considering the gaping hole in her stomach. The lackluster taste didn’t bother her one bit.

“Hm?” Asparagus eyed fixated on the slave once more, this time around a bit more humble than before although the exact response to her question eluded her hence going with the best one that came to mind seemed appropriate. “T-Thank you, Mistress.” They were both slaves, but coming up with any sort of titles for higher and lower slaves within their ranks was beyond her current state of mind. She feared the bowl would be taken from her without an adequate reply and as such one was given to her.

Shortly after her wobbly legs could no longer manage to support her weight with ease and Phoebe backed down, more or less slumping down to her knees although the impact didn’t hurt nearly as much as standing. “Ah, much better.”

Yet a short glimpse of the second bowl had her believe that it might just contain something to drink. It looked like water, one clear refreshing body of goodness, but that might just be a luxury they wouldn’t offer the newcomer quite yet. They probably laced the stuff with some crazy drug of their own, sick and perverse as most of these women appeared to be around here, at least Phoebe didn’t truly think of them any better than that. Their time here turned them into something else and it was a most prudent thought to hold on to hate with freedom farther and farther out of reach, but at this stage anything to feed her was more important than pride.

“Maybe, just maybe I could have some of that, too.” Food was one thing, but with her throat feeling rather parched due to having attempted to get out of her chains, something more fulfilling than a meal alone would be much appreciated. “Can I please have some water?”

"Hm..." the woman smiled faintly at the title she was given only to huff when Phoebe's legs gave out from under her. "Hmph," she sets the bowl of food down on the floor. Just standing hurt the poor agent as blood finally circulated through those numb legs. The slave picked up the bowl of water and once again held it up above Phoebe. "If you do not stand and walk a bit, your legs will only get worse. Then how will you hope to please your Mistress? Sheesh, did the ADD teach you anything about working out and maintaining your body?"

The slave waited for Phoebe to rise again. It would no doubt remind her of all her tight and sore muscles as blood flowed through them once more. She tipped the bowl once the agent was high enough, letting the lip of the bowl feed water past those parched lips. The agent was able to get few gulps before the bowl was pulled away and set down on the floor next to the bowl of food.

The human woman said nothing more as she turned and headed for the door. It was unknown what some of these slaves did when not tending to Vespira. Did they have their own private time or chores to do? They do not seem to be restricted much or at least not to the level Phoebe herself was. Would Vespira come back later today? Would she bring this woman and those other slaves for another round of sexual delight? Would Phoebe be ready then or will she rest her body for the time being and let those aching muscles heal for a bit?

“It doesn’t taste great, but at least it helps.” Phoebe had to feast on each bowl like a common pet, bending over and lowering her face to the floor in order to sate herself, but at least they helped invigorate the sexually exhausted agent. “My legs still hurt ..” There weren’t enough insults in the world she’d hurl at those whores and traitors who torment her whenever they showed up, but each time they gave her at least something to go on when it came to improving herself. She didn’t know what those slaves were up to by constantly teasing her with their demeanor regardless, but it appeared they possessed a whole lot more freedom than being a slave implied when they could fuck her for hours and waste time forcing her to stand.

Vespira couldn’t fuck them all day long even though her endurance looked to be greater than anything Phoebe had ever known hence the assumption that there’d be times when they had something else to do seemed beyond likely. Suddenly getting out of her restraints felt all the more desirable to the petite blond agent for more reason than one. It was unknown whether there were further trials for the girl to fulfill before being taken into their ranks, but if there were times when other slaves could move about freely or pursue their given chores, that’d allow her to map out whatever ship or facility Phoebe was in before coming up with a better plan of escape than running as soon as those chains came off.

“I gotta get outta these chains. That’s my only option right now.” Arms neatly tied behind her back, certainly few things had more use than her legs in the coming future, be it for the sake of escape or at least making a better impression for the Mistress than the first time around. However, enthusiasm with regards to riding that metallic phallus and yearning to be a better slave before anything else might be rewarded with greater appreciation and trust which made making the choice of what to do next a fairly simple endeavor.

“Okay then ..” She dealt with her personal needs before proceeding to mount the shaft before her once more, her pussy moist in spite of how spent her body had been, going to town on it with a feverish pace. “Come on, girl, you can do it!” Phoebe grit her teeth, fighting through the aches and pains as best as humanly possible though the occasional cry and moan pierced the symphony of her soaked, clenching passage being driven onto that pole time and time again. “J-Just one .. Uhhnn .. one more time! Ungh! Ahhh!” She hated it, despised it, probably did more bad for her muscles than good, but each moment of recovery would be time better spent trying to live up to Vespira’s expectations when Phoebe was first acquired. She doubted her treatment could get any worse in time, but the young woman preferred not finding out in the first place.

Though the agent was held in Vespira's chambers, servants arrived at least twice a day to take the woman to handle the most basic of hygiene. Phoebe's arms remained bound and a leash would be tied around her neck as she was pulled along to another room to handle her business. There was not much information to gather about the ship beyond it have rather lavish corridors. There was carpet on the floors which is more than most flying tin cans had. There were Saurian guards along with some female slaves that were armed though still wearing some rather revealing armor. Apparently, some slaves could hold security roles though it was unknown what the requirement was for that. At least ADD training did help meet the combat requirements.

Nothing was said to Phoebe during these brief trips and it was the same route everytime, providing no additional information of where she was or how she was going to get out of this mess. The trips at least forced Phoebe to take a break from fucking herself on the metallic rod and helped get blood flowing in those aching legs of hers.

Hours passed as the agent worked those hips until she stopped due to exhaustion. There was no sign of Vespira. The Gorgonian had not returned to her chambers tonight. This meant she could continue working her body without much interruption. Forcing her body to keep going was leaving her more and more sore. Progress was being made as the bindings would loosen a bit more each time. But eventually, Phoebe's body simply told her no more as she layed there with sore and torn muscles.

The doors hissed open as the woman arrived again. She set the bowls on the floor, out of reach before approaching Phoebe. A hand gently ran along Phoebe's calf. Even the gentle touch was enough to irritate those ripped muscles. "What have you been doing to yourself?" she asked.

A heap of collapsed flesh riddled with sore muscles welcomed the slave upon arrival and while her gaze fell on the recent arrival, recognizing her as the one who brought another meal earlier, not a single effort was made to move toward her, or anywhere for that matter. There really was no need for Phoebe to check on the bowls either although the sound of them being set down was blatantly audible. She knew they were out of reach and couldn’t be bothered to move as every movement meant anguish, emphasized by the fact that once the slave laid hands on her calf, the girl actually flinched in pain.

“I-I thought I could get out of these chains if I tried riding that thing hard enough. To serve better when I finally get my chance.” The latter portion of her explanation had been added brought up on the fly although her eyes fell on the metallic shaft soaked in her juices, some dried while others looked surprisingly fresh. No doubt the latest acquisition of her Mistress was attempting to train her body for a very, very long time given how much of that crystal clear nectar remained fluid to this point in time.

“Mistress Vespira hasn’t come back yet.” She noted while looking over to where the purest example of fierce sexual bravado in all of existence took place right before her eyes and yet she was the sole woman in the room not allowed to participate, but that didn’t matter now. Asparagus green eyes glanced down to her horribly aching limbs, each and every motion an onrush of blistering pain which relayed that biting off more than one could chew wasn’t the greatest idea to have, not even in this place, before the bound agent looked back up to her fellow slave.

“So I’ve been trying to do that for quite a while now.” Stirring just a bit from her current position elicited a sharp gasp from the petite young blond, followed by a pained groan once her body came to rest on the ground once more. “Mnnghh ..” She was quite finished riding that damn pole for the day which didn’t even have the courtesy to let her have a glimpse of freedom. “Yeah, that’s right, no more of this fucking torture. I’m done.”

“It didn’t turn out too well.” Phoebe couldn’t even get up, or rather preferred not to unless forced to rise off the ground. She couldn’t quite tell how long it’d take to recover from her prolonged sexual workout, but chances were that it could be worse than even the agent thought it’d be to keep going for as long as humanly possible.

"Riding it harder will work," the slave replied, "But not while every muscle in your body is like this. What is the ADD teaching you sluts? You have no one to blame but yourself for this stupidity. You truly are hopeless. But, it would be a shame for the Mistress's purchase to completely fail."

The woman stroked Phoebe's cheek as she lifted her chin, looking into those green eyes. "What would you say if I told you I can help you free yourself and serve the Mistress?" the slave whispered softly, "You still have time to fix your mistakes and learn your place here. That is what you want, no? Or would you rather just watch everyone be taken by my Mistress while you watch in the company of this unfeeling shaft?"

"But, you must convince me to help you more than I already am," she purred softly into the agent's ear, "What do you say? Will you ask like a good little girl or will you keep destroying your body until you are discarded?"

As much as the young agent despised what was said to her, how they were being referred to as sluts, there was more truth to it than Phoebe wanted to admit. She would just become one of many enslaved agents and thus far they’d integrated well enough to make Phoebe believe the Directorate just didn’t care enough to find every operative who went missing in action.

“I’m fucking done with this nonsense! Screw those women and fuck what they’ve become! I’m done.” She didn’t sign up for any of that garbage. Such utterly revolting circumstances were too much to force upon the likes of her. “Some fucking agents we are, sending our fellow operatives to be enslaved. I’ve fucking seen it, hell, some of them even told me what they once were!” Scribbling some fairly disturbing report of the events which transpired here, then handing it in before taking a break from charting territory sounded like the best plan in fucking forever! She couldn’t help the women turned dairy cows back aboard the first vessel taking her captive, but these ones were just utterly lost in their devotion to Vespira.

“If I can’t get out, I won’t be able to endure this forever. I’ll break, just like them.” Everything appeared to be completely hopeless at this point. She had no sense of direction aboard whatever vessel she happened to be other than what was being shown to her in the recurring routine of being brought to the showers and the like, there really wasn’t that much more to go on. None of it looked like a viable escape path, but forging arrangements with this particular slave appeared to be the only way to get out of her chains in a timely manner. Servitude was the only way out, or knowing her place for that matter.

Shimmering green eyes regarded her fellow slave with high expectation, the dreaded nature of her current position more than obvious in how far Phoebe had gone to get out of it without success. “You are right, of course you are. I’m no more than a pathetic slut, but I’m worth saving! I’m telling you, I really am!” She rolled over to kneel, the pained grunts and gasps more than pitiful though the agent practically threw herself at the woman’s feet and whatever mercy was to be had with that one. “I’m begging you, please help me get out of here! I cannot bear feeling worthless anymore! I want to serve!”

She looked up once more, desperation stricken features all too visible to the other slave. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Anything, anything you want! I will kiss your feet, the very floor on which you walk if you want me to. You won’t be disappointed with me or my gratitude, I promise. I’m your humble servant, but please, please just help me out of these chains.”

Capture and enslavement was the greatest fear that any agent had. There were plenty of reports of women being broken and turned into cock sucking whores. Others became dairy cows, providing sustenance to an uncaring alien species. Some agents do manage to get rescued but it was a small chance and by the time it happens, the damage was done and the scars remain. These alien monsters had plenty of experience in breaking women down, a woman out of basic training had no hope of matching up to such tried and true methods that aliens implemented.

Fighting usually just made the fall worse. But, giving up had its own interesting predicaments. Could the agent pretend to serve long enough to be rescued? Every moment of passionate bliss and stimulation blurred the line between acting and reality until a slave could not remember the difference, becoming the thing she was trying to pretend.

Whether this was genuine act of submission or not, the other woman did not seem to notice or care. "Kissing my feet is a start," the woman purred in amusement, "Until proven otherwise, you are below every slave here. Your body is a wreck and we cannot continue with freeing you of those chains until your muscles recover. Until then, we will tend to your body while you use the only part of your body that still works. Do you understand?"

The training began immediately the moment the woman slid a foot towards the kneeling agent. Phoebe would experience the taste of another slave's foot, kissing those toes while the slave watched. She eventually drew away her foot briefly before using it to push the agent down onto her back. The slave smirked down at Phoebe before mounting the agent's face, pulling aside her thong. "Get to work, slut..."

Time seemed to pass in a haze of sex as slaves came and went into the room. Sometimes it was just the head bitch other times it was the servants or other groups of slaves. Now, everyone took what they pleased from Phoebe. The ADD agent got to taste each of their juicy cunts as they rubbed it over her face. But, it was not the only thing they did to the poor agent. Slaves would rub salves on her aching body while one enjoyed the pleasures of Phoebe's tongue. Some gave advice about various techniques to please a woman better. Other moments were spent helping Phoebe stretch out her body and walk a bit to get circulation going through those limbs.

The sexual acts grew more frequent as Phoebe's body recovered. They began to tease her entire body, stimulating her to the brink of bliss and leaving her there for long periods of time. Other times, it was an endurance run of countless orgasms with each slave competing to get the most out of Phoebe within the allotted time. It was nothing short of degrading to be used like a toy by these slaves. But, every act served a purpose whether it be obedience training or improving Phoebe's sexual endurance or technique.

The most important task Phoebe had was to rest. If caught pushing her body to harmful levels, the slaves ensured that the woman's punishment was long and arduous. Only when Phoebe was able to move on her own power again did the head slave allow the agent to try the trial again. It would be the agent's only moments to attempt to free herself of her bindings and no slave would aid her during that act.

Phoebe sought to kill them, every single one. She might be a loud mouth and a hot head, but the urge to do so had never been greater. Backed into a corner, unable to fight back, these whores had it coming if the charm stricken blond ever managed to get out of here and could afford to waste a couple of them throughout her escape. They were waste of space, worthy of such a fate for what they had become. Such was the hatred Phoebe felt for them, a feeling strong enough only her pity for them could ever hope to live up to it. Shamed and humiliated to no end for what felt like ages, she wanted to finish the job herself.

Whether making it out was an actual option, the young woman didn’t know. Either way, Phoebe would undoubtedly return to her fellow agents a broken woman, having been abused to no end without any hope in sight other than her own ingenuity to make it out of there alive, not to mention with her mind mostly intact. She’d seen the ones enslaved, their minds too far gone while their bodies were milked and fucked straight into oblivion. She’d seen the ones who took her place before, each of them completely devoted to Vespira. In truth, they were all the same. “Bitches is what they are, nothing more.” They even did the job for her, breaking her latest acquisition down little by little.

It had her wonder if she was the only one currently locked away in a place like this, other women who got caught and had to endure the other slave’s attention to no end. She figured they had other duties beside utterly humiliating her, after all. She might not have too much of a clue about anything that went down here, but Phoebe honestly expected that to be the case.

Still, her defiance lived on for the moment, growing weaker and weaker, but the desire to be free remained even now. It pulsed in the back of her head like a steady reminder that not losing herself like the others had been the highest priority of all for one might eventually break out of these chains through pure sexual exertion, but what they became by the end of it was entirely left up to them. She didn’t know what would happen afterwards, but cared little about it while being chained to her current location, unable to take two steps in one direction, let alone get up at all with how much the other slaves taxed her physical form.

She lived through hours of eating these women out, suffering countless orgasms or the denial of such, but in the end they groomed her for service which was Phoebe’s greatest advantage yet. She no longer had to pointlessly inflict harm unto herself in order to get closer to slipping out of these chains, although trying too hard to break free often resulted in severe punishment. It appeared as though the chains would open up any second, but they never quite did, leaving her to overdo it before punishment came.

However, today was different. Phoebe recovered from another row of punishment before attempting to ride it all out once more. She got close last time, of that the girl had no doubt, but just how much was left remained to be seen the next time her dripping folds sealed about that shaft. In time her body had grown accustomed to the situation at hand, leading to a near natural response within her that triggered her own arousal. She could feel the bindings just about to open up while her body grew all the more exhausted, but there was no holding back. Today was the day, Phoebe just knew it! She kept fucking that metal pole at a feverish pace, the barely suppressed sounds of her bedroom voice echoing through the chamber while those petite breasts bounced in much the same jubilant delight. This time, Phoebe wasn’t going to give the urge to give up a single inch.

Each attempt, with enough rest in between, seemed to be easier than the last. The ADD agent fucked and fucked that metal shaft as hard and as often as she could. There was not a moment where that shaft lacked Phoebe's sexual juices. She was already wet before impaling herself on the rod, showing how far the woman's training had progressed.

The fucking went longer than before though it was inevitable that Phoebe's wails of bliss would echo through the chamber and her hot release soaks over the long metal shaft. The rest of the chamber did not matter to the agent. All that mattered were the bindings and the rod she was fucking. The rest of the world around her faded as she rose and fell time and time again.

The agent's cunt wrapped around the metal rod as if it were an actual thick cock. Her body was trained to enjoy these sexual delights no matter how degrading they made be in Pheobe's eyes. She felt the bindings loosen with each orgasm that wracked her very soul. But every little reward only showed how her goal was still a bit further, the goal post moving again and again until finally...

~Click~

Numb legs gave as Phoebe fell the rest of the way down the long shaft, cumming a final time as the metal bindings released and clattered on to the floor. The agent's nude form glistened with a sheen of sweat while juices continued to trickle down the long metal shaft she sat on. She was finally free of the bindings.

A soft clap was heard, bringing attention back to reality where Vespira and a number of slaves were watching the show. Vespira clapped softly as she slowly approached, her beautiful scales glittering under the brightly lit room. "My petsss informed me of your progresss," Vespira hissed, eyes gazing into Phoebe, "It pleases me greatly to ssee you work sso hard to become my perfect little whore." The Gorgonian's hissed words seep into the weary agent's thoughts. Whore? Was she doing all this to become Vespira's whore?

The Gorgonian's hips swayed as she moved closer. She lifted Phoebe's chin and gazed deep into those eyes. "You passsed..." she said softly, "Now you are my whore, my ssslave." The words whore and slave echoed inside Phoebe's mind, trying to wedge itself into the agent's conscious thoughts. These trails were not only to help train Phoebe physically but also to soften her up mentally when the time came to claim the poor agent.

Pure relief washed over her once those damned bindings fell away from her and Phoebe quickly followed in their wake by slumping onto the floor, neglected and sore arms clinging to the ground before her while the sweat caked agent wound up gasping for breath. She worked hard to get to this point, but the experience left her sufficiently drained of both physical and mental reserves. Sucking in lungfuls of sex filled air, there was little the agent did beyond getting up just a bit upon hearing someone clap, presumably one of the slaves who wished to taunt her further, but in the end her eyes widened at the sight of Vespira nearby.

Something about her words wasn’t right, didn’t feel right, but with the alluring sway of those sinfully womanly hips and an all too demanding touch lifting her chin up to gaze straight into the most mesmerizing specimen to ever grace her presence, Phoebe truly lacked the mental capacity to think about it, let alone resist whatever was crashing down on her absolutely shattered mind and soul, each torn to bits by what little there was left to ruin as the exotic serpent made short work of her final defenses.

“Your .. Your whore?” She didn’t seem to understand matters right away. From what Phoebe gathered all along, none in particular serviced Vespira in the bedroom and only in the bedroom. She expected to become a regular slave like everyone else, or was the beautifully gleaming Gorgonian merely implying that each accepted slave got to have their turn when it came to satisfying her inarguably high sexual demands?

“Your whore .. Phoebe’s your whore.” It finally dawned on her what was expected of her and yet those soothing yellow eyes lulled her into a state of unnatural relaxation and comfort. She soaked her words up like a sponge, each digging into her exhaustion stricken mind for enduring each trial did quite the number on her these past days, maybe weeks Phoebe had been trapped in the same chamber without any idea as to how much time had passed. Still, Phoebe was far too vulnerable at the time not to fall victim to her spell, the woman before her the most mesmerizing creature of all time. “I’m your whore, Mistress.”

"Good girl, Phoebe," Vespira hissed in approval, "Now show me what you have learned..."

The Gorgonian slithered past the enthralled woman and coiled up onto the large bed of pillows. The other women in the chamber made their presence known when Phoebe felt their gentle touch on her aching body. Each slave had a knowing smile as they looked upon the agent. They helped the woman to Vespira's bed, the one place she yearned for in the past and could not reach.

Vespira's phallus slowly slid out from its sheathe. The slaves guided Phoebe to her knees and to crawl towards the waiting Gorgonian. What the slaves usually took turns on now belonged to Phoebe this moment. The slaves did nothing to hinder her. Their hands slid along her glistening body, stroking their newest sister gently while Phoebe took in the sight before her. It was time for this agent to make her first moves as Vespira's newest slave.

"Do not keep me waiting, my pet..." Vespira hissed as she relaxed in her bed of pillows.

"Y-Yes, Mistress. I won't leave you waiting." Forced to learn like a madman thanks to her fellow slaves, Phoebe learned a great deal from extending the duration of erotic torment her body could endure without failing over tightening her inner muscles with greater skill than ever before all the way down to pleasuring women time and time again although one had to wonder how much use the latter would be for Vespira. She had the most mesmerizing appearance of them all and the pure degree of dominance emanating from that growing phallus nearly had the agent drool in anticipation. No longer would the cold steel floor be her workplace, but rather the bed of pillows Phoebe wanted to be in for a long time.

Salivating her mouth at the prospect of tending to her personally without anyone else to take that privilege from her, Phoebe crawled forward without hesitation. She felt exhausted from fucking the metal prick to obtain her freedom, but the temptation was too great to have her collapse quite yet. "Yes, ease my aching muscles. Prepare me for my Mistress." She cooed in pleasure at the touches tending to her aching form while rising her hands to trace along the offered phallus, working it with a measure of precision previously unknown to her Mistress. Ultimately Phoebe was torn between tending to her male or female bits, but decided to fixate on the throbbing rod that almost blocked her entire view. She licked and lubricated its girth in preparation for the display of her newfound experience, making sure to steal over the tip in the process as to keep Vespira entertained.

"She tastes so good, just like the first time I've had her. All those days of practice, for this .. I-I'm in heaven." Sucking fervently on the sublime rod before her, Phoebe could have swooned beneath the influence of both smell and taste alone, both drilling into her mind as the one thing the lust driven agent wanted all along while her newly trained tongue repeatedly lashed out at the delicate glans prior to drawing the whole marvelous tip into her mouth. "Amazing! I-I can feel it pulsing with raw might as I take it in." She bobbed her head just the faintest margin, twisting at the apex of each sensual motion while the snug nature of those tightening ruby lips bathed Vespira in exquisite friction. Saliva washed over her whilst that tongue swirled about the crown of her scepter, preparing her colossal manhood for the true main course to come.

She coated Vespira in gleaming layers of saliva before eagerly climbing onto her perfect scaled body, her insides twitching longingly at the prospect of finally getting fucked much like the women who came here with her Mistress every now and then. "I'm taking you in, Mistress." Delicate feminine digits sealed about her cock and angled it against the drooling slit of her body before driving it straight where it belonged as the weight of her body ground up against it, then embraced the monstrous length Vespira had on offer.

“Oh Gawd!” Phoebe mounted her Mistress, at first struggling with the enormous girth before her thorough training kicked in and those soaked nether lips relaxed to let Vespira slide beyond the sacred gates of her loins. "Nngh! Ah! S-So big!" She groaned and gasped in growing need during her descent while those tight velvety folds clamped down on Vespira with the force of a clenched fist, making every inch a blessing for the two of them to cherish together. "Spreading me out like that, I .. I want more of it inside me. I want to be one with Vespira." She took her in, as much as her short body could take without running the risk of permanent damage though her best would just have to suffice for now once the agent came to a halt.

“Ahh!” She began to move almost instantly once more, rising along that hot love pole while jutting out her modest breasts given the arching of her back. Slamming back down came at the price of another heated moan filling the air, the pure radiant bliss of feeling the beautiful Gorgonian fill her up without equal. If her mind hadn’t been crushed by the combined assault of grueling sexual workouts, glistening scales and the eternal depths of those manipulative yellow eyes, perhaps Phoebe would have had a chance to resist today, but there was nothing holding her back now as the agent began to ride that towering spire in order to please the Gorgonian, crying out blissfully all the while.

Phoebe did not dare delay and keep her Mistress waiting. It felt like it has been an eternity since the human agent mounted this glorious scaled member. She could feel the shaft throbbing beneath her touch. She could taste the heat rising as she licked and sucked the rough scales and the thick tip. Vespira hissed softly as the shaft grew more erect, swelling larger and taking up more of Phoebe's vision. This monstrous thing would soon be inside the ADD agent and Phoebe had to be ready.

When the shaft was glistening with Phoebe's saliva, the other slaves helped the newest sister rise up while she guided the moistened tip towards her own dripping entrance. Feeling the hot member against her entrance, one had to wonder if it would fit at all. But, Phoebe slowly lowered herself. Inner walls spread wide open, giving way to the scaled meat that was soon plundering her very depths. The human's inside did not yield entirely though. Those velvet walls tightened, wrapping around Vespira's impressive member, squeezing while causing those rough scales to drag along those depths like countless little fingernails.

Phoebe could not take in all of Vespira's length. Her body still had limits but the human woman did learn to use what she did have available to her. Hips rose and fell, impaling herself on Vespira's wondrous cock. The Gorgonian's body arched as she let forth a loud hiss of pleasure. Phoebe could feel the member swelling inside her, the scales digging in deeper with each and every stroke. There was no stopping the bliss the human felt. The cock was fucking her more than she it as every scale seemed to find her most special of places.

Hot juices soaked over the scaled meat while Vespira's hips began to rise and fall as well. The molten tip jammed against Phoebe's cervix again and again. The impacts rippled through the human's spine and the rest of her entire body. The new slave was tired and exhausted but could not stop moving those sexy hips until that hot release rushed right into her awaiting womb. It was like a star exploding inside the woman's body as wave upon wave of hot alien spunk flooded her depths and slurped around her tightly spread netherlips. Vespira hissed with glee as her hands grabbed and squeezed those bouncing breasts. The fine scales of the Gorgonian's fingers dragged over those erect nipples, tweaking and pinching them to prolong Phoebe's moment of rapture.

As the moment passed, Phoebe would be left impaled on the still erect and swollen shaft. She perhaps did not last as long as she liked but that was more due to the ordeal of her trials than anything. The fact she performed this well meant she had improved greatly since their first moment together. Vespira left Phoebe there for a few more moments, a finger lifting the exhausted woman's chin. "Was it as good as you dreamed, pet?" she hissed.