Swallowing every ounce of air in her mouth bestowed unto Vespira an intense suction while her latest acquisition worked over that scaled spire whereas those flushed cheeks curved inward now, virtually every scale grinding against their flesh from within, tenderizing the nubile young agent whose dedication could not have been greater. Sucking in as much as her mouth and throat could endure transpired in no time for the eager woman wanted to move past the smoothness as quickly as possible. Slurping along that divine shaft alongside lewd moans oozing from her lush tingling lips was but a mere hint as to how pleasurable feeling the rougher scales truly was. Inch upon inch left her heavenly incited mouth, taking her sweet time as the blissed out female was gradually eroding her own will power.

Phoebe could not hold back. Initially there was nothing but licks and kisses, but now the lecherous blond had been completely absorbed in the task at hand and consumed Vespira wholeheartedly. Instead of perhaps catching a glimpse of reason in her mind to stop this madness, the shapely young woman continued to express greater enthusiasm every waking moment, taking Vespira in faster and faster. She drank her precum, lapping it up with her tongue whilst feeling it trickle down the back of her throat with each swallow left her in shudders, but never quite motionless.

Shutting her eyes was but one of many things those scales caused the fallen agent to experience through the bliss they brought. She ground her thighs together, then parted them again, knowing one or the other was only going to make things worse. She didn't dare lower her hand without permission and instead stroked all that was her Mistress, her coils, her sheath and ultimately whatever portion would not fit into her mouth. Vespira was just far too sublime, too mighty to fit into her hungry maw completely. It was, however, the very first time Phoebe tried lodging anyone's cock deep within her throat.

Bobbing her head like a sex starved whore allowed her to try again and again. It hurt at first while her body attempted to reject the intrusion of that dominant length, but the prospect of pleasure was far too great. She looked beyond her own comfort at the time in order to further pleasure her Mistress. The bulge was clearly visible in her throat, more each time Phoebe took further steps to force her in deeper while tears welled up within her eyes, but the agent could do nothing but continue drinking her Mistress in. Tight muscles wrapped around her with every swallow, more marvelous than the suction and that enthusiastic tongue alone while Phoebe was leaving herself in a daze of orgasmic bliss.

Shimmering lustful eyes cast themselves unto those hypnotizing yellow orbs that promised everything Phoebe could ever hope for, showing her just how devoted Phoebe had been as her throat burned up in pleasure and pain. She loved cock and had become utterly addicted to what was done to her to make her the ultimate fellatio doll. Given the pace and vigor with which Vespira had been consumed, there was not a moment in time when the Gorgonian wouldn't feel the slave euphorically feasting on the riches of her manhood. Judging by the puddle of juices beneath her, there was nothing that could have surpassed the experience for her.

Silently begging Vespira to cum with her every whimper and yearning stare, Phoebe was obviously desperate to release. She was backed up from having cleansed those scales beforehand and now her lost expression had become all the more pathetic to look at. She was hooked on sucking cock with her new mouth and wanted Vespira to give her everything the Gorgonian had in store for her wanton cocksleeve.

Vespira felt the tightness of the agent's throat. The human woman was pushing herself so hard to try and fit more of that scaled girth inside her throat. It hurt and did little to help the soreness that those Saurians left behind. But, Phoebe did not care. All that mattered was this cock that had taken every aspect of her world.

The Gorgonian's fingers stroked the agent's short hair. The heat and throbbing of the shaft informed the slave of her progress. The poor girl whimpered desperately for her Mistress to release that thick alien spunk into her yearning throat. Vespira hissed with pleasure as she felt those raw muscles swallow around her thick meat. Her fingers tightened their grip on the agent's hair, holding the slave in place as that wondrous rod began to shudder violently. Phoebe's wish was granted.

Held in place, Phoebe could not flee from what was coming to her. A endless torrent of hot alien seed flooded her mouth and throat. The molten ooze coated every inch of Phoebe's tender throat as it rolled downwards into her empty belly. Wave after wave of semen pumped out. It soon was too much for the woman as the excess welled up and escaped the corners of the agent's lips and out her nose. She could not breathe but that only made the sensations all the more intense as her entire body shuddered with utter glee.

Vespira took deep breaths, each escaping with a soft hiss of satisfaction. She gently pushed Phoebe's head off her cock, letting the agent slump onto the floor. The Gorgonian gave her pet no rest though as she slithered on top. Her still erect phallus rest against those puffy netherlips, sawing back and forth before the tip pressed against the entrance. Vespira gave her pet a brief moment for her hazy mind to register what was happening before thrusting those hips deep inside those awaiting depths.

Their bodies writhed against one another. The Gorgonian's huge breasts mashed over Phoebe's. Each scale scratched those tender folds with each thrust in and out. The tip was already making its new home against the agent's cervix, pounding away at that entrance and sending reverberations through the woman's womb.

Slumping to the floor had her realize just how powerless her limbs had become. Shuddering in not only utter glee, but her own orgasm, there was no shame to be found on the otherwise defiant agent for having climaxed through the mere act of serving Vespira with her mouth and tongue. She breathed in and out in astonishment for her every moment of existence became a continuous flow of pleasure and highly desired oxygen. Shimmering glassy eyes devoid of resistance looked on as the Gorgonian slithered forth and pinned her weight to the ground, leaving no route of escape. She dimly recalled creaming herself again when the hardened phallus turned its attention to her puffed up nethers and plunged deep inside, but there was little room for actual thought when her every breath contained the smell of her cum.

Meanwhile heavily cum laced breaths poured across Vespira amongst every blissed out moan and cry Phoebe had on offer. Semen covered her flushed cheeks, the corners of her mouth where the excess of molten cream became too much to swallow, even her nostrils where her world became nothing but breathing in the stimulating aroma of her remarkable Mistress. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth while that huge spire conquered her depths anew, giving rise to the sight of her sperm coated mouth. Sucking nothing but cock brought her to the most extreme height of pleasure her lithe body experienced in a long time. She looked to be completely fucked out of her mind.

She managed to bring her hands up amid the plethora of sensations bombarding her pleasure centers, having one of them trace along the picture perfect curvature of a scaled breast whereas the other lightly cupped one of her cheeks. Phoebe didn’t linger whilst her touch drifted off to her neck, then her shoulder where it held onto her. All the while emerald eyes of pure devotion gazed deeply into the mesmerizing lemon yellow charm of her own, relaying to Vespira that this one was truly hers for the time being.

In an attempt to further the mutual pleasure of their lovemaking, Phoebe attempted to wrap her legs around the Gorgonian, to encourage her to wreak havoc on her cervix with what little nudges her heels could muster amid the mind blowing experience Vespira provided every waking moment that battering ram of a cock slammed into the gates to her womb. She was beyond hazy, beyond caring as all that mattered was in the very chamber Phoebe found herself in. Her mind was long gone and they had only just begun.

“Give it to me, Mistress .. Ahhnn! Give me all your love!” Feverish bedroom noises came her way, a constant factor in their current session as the passionate agent lost herself completely to the task at hand and the sound of their bodies flushing together in harmony resounded off the chamber walls. “Mnngh! Cum .. Cum inside me!”

There was little doubt Phoebe would disappoint her today as those tender fingers dug into the side of her full breast in a delicate squeeze. She was not going to pass out quite as soon as usual after having endured extensive training at the hands of the Saurians and her fellow slaves. The will to serve was just too great even though Phoebe lacked the thought capacity to respond to much more than the continuous thrusting setting her core ablaze with unabated desires. She clenched and convulsed about her marvelous girth with every forceful intrusion, giving the precious Gorgonian immense pleasure whenever those rough scales scraped over her tender folds.

The agent had finally broken down to this. The ADD did not matter, escape did not matter, nothing mattered except sucking and fucking cocks. Whether Phoebe was aware or not, her training was near completion. She along with a few select agents would become the first batch of a new variety of slave.

Vespira screeched as her body arched. Molten semen erupted inside the agent's womb. Globs of the alien spunk swelled the woman's womb and belly, infusing the agent with her Mistress's lustful desire. The alien woman remained fully inside her pet, plugging up that hole and leaving all that seed inside that swollen womb. The agent could feel every pulse and throb of that thick scaled rod. But soon, none of that mattered as those yellow eyes gazed into her own.

"Lissten to my voice... My preciousss sslave..."

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It was unknown how much time had passed. The details were lost in countless sexual hazes that enveloped the agent's entire life now. Before Phoebe knew it, she was released to one of Vespira's larger establishments. She was dressed in some form fitting attire that matched a number of other slaves. Her new sisters were moaning softly with every breath. Just like Phoebe, these girls were altered and every breath thought their moaning lips was pleasure.

Phoebe's day to day routine involved waiting to be called to a table where she would service any patrons who desired her. Most were males, giving the agent plenty of cock to suck and swallow on while the females gave her tongue some work diving into their depths. Once satisfied, she would be dismissed to be called again later.

While not tending to the aliens, the girls played their own little game. They would kiss and make out with their sensitive lips and tongues, trying to make the other cum from over-stimulation. This was no discouraged it seemed as it just meant the girls were ripe and ready to be used by the alien patrons when called.

It was difficult to say when Phoebe would be rescued. Opportunities may arise in the future when she is transferred off planet. But, would the lovely agent even want to go back after experiencing the bliss Vespira had brought her?

After the latest developments of her new slave, Vespira had gotten a most efficient worker to serve in one of her many establishments. “Ahhnn .. Y-Your dick is so strong ..” She got busy with another man who forced her mouth onto his massive shaft and Phoebe moaned at the mere feel of it rubbing against her lips. Sucking him off was such a delight, too! It turned her thoughts into a haze, causing her to whimper excitedly with each and every thrust into her throat. When he finally came, Phoebe took it all, not spilling even a single drop. “Thank you for your patronage ..” Showing him and the others at his table a mouthful of his own release, Phoebe was more than happy to swallow it before their eyes with the hope another one called her before long.

The games played with her fellow slaves couldn’t compare to this magnitude of pleasure. She never truly won many stimulation based contests among her peers and playing against her was an almost guaranteed win. Such behaviour wasn’t necessarily due to the fact Phoebe was terrible at making out. It merely emphasized the notion how sensitive Phoebe’s charms were even compared to her fellow slaves. Losing didn’t matter much, however. For once, merely playing the game made her a winner considering what every participant got out of their little game.

Tending to the alien patrons had been absolutely divine. She could never get enough of them ever since Vespira altered her body to embrace it, not to mention her renewed thoughts on the matter of serving every man and woman who called for her. She never had such an exquisite palette available to her. Scaled dicks ravaged her throat, some others endowed with bumps and ridges kicked her senses into overdrive. It was pure heaven.

Slurping another hungrily throbbing cock far and deep into the hyper sensitive depths of her ecstatically convulsing throat brought the fallen agent closer to utmost fulfillment. She was getting closer to her next fix with every pleasure graced bob of her head. She’d been brainwashed into loving the whole act of sucking cock and guzzling cum, granting each and every male patron the privilege of getting served by someone roughly as drawn to their manhood as an addict to their next dose. Stopping even when they turned out to be satisfied became a true challenge for Phoebe dreamed of doing nothing else all day long. Spending even a second without a juicy cock in her mouth or quivering cunt to wrap about her delightedly spasming tongue became agony.

Serving the females felt even a little better given the sublime friction their depths created, but her mind was too far in love with mouthfuls of dick to rank it higher than men. Semen and female juices pouring down her gaping maw and throat had become her key to pure happiness. Whenever Phoebe stepped up to a new patron, one could see the love and devotion amidst her lust stricken eyes. Some would believe the pleasure drunken agent never wanted to be free again.

It was an inherent thought to eventually retake her freedom, however, no matter how distant that desire had become. Just getting away mattered more than going back to whatever filth caused her to end up with Vespira in the first place. In a moment of idle thought while waiting for the next patron to call for her, moaning softly with every breath through her parted lips, Phoebe often found herself exploring the premises for means that’d aid an escape. She didn’t find any of the sort in the establishment and chose not to actively prepare for a situation like that. For one, the blond cocksucking cutie was far too fond of her new place to even consider running with whatever frighteningly low chances there were to succeed. Failure meant giving up her daily routine, no doubt, maybe even death at the hands of a Saurian orgy. It wasn’t worth giving up a stomach full of cum and a clogged throat full of cock for a mere chance.

Maybe someone would come and rescue her. Maybe an opportunity of escape would arise eventually which offered better chances, but in the end Phoebe couldn’t predict the future. She had nothing to free herself and relied on circumstances to improve in her favor. Until then, her mouth, throat and tongue continued to bring her the greatest of pleasures with every free man and woman willing to entertain her altered senses. This lowly existence had become her life now.