Strangely enough he had no bones whatsoever. She molded him like a gelatinous mass which jumped back into its original shape whenever the pressure on a particular spot began to cease. It got her to wonder whether he’d look any different than an actual octopus without his telepathic powers, but that hardly mattered now. She’d gotten a brief feeling of what her Master was at the core and that’d be good enough for quite some time.

Luckily he ordered her to disrobe some time before tossing her into the water. She didn’t expect to end up in the pool quite so suddenly. It made more sense to be there, for an aquatic creature at the very least. Sucking in a deep breath beforehand allowed her to manage without casting a bad light on her performance although without control over her secured limbs, Phoebe feared drowning more out of instinct than anything else.

Fortunately he had no intention to end her life. Bright blond locks hugged her gorgeous face when she surfaced once more. They barely reached past her shoulders after months of hard work and so did the water, leaving the tips floating in the pool below. She gazed at Fafner expectantly, curious as to what he’d do with her next now that he forced her into his domain.

Slicing into her depths fulfilled Phoebe’s wishes to be sampled properly though when he did she had to stop him before he went too deep. She’d managed a lot in her prime, but there were still limits even though someone as mind numbingly huge as Vespira managed to go quite deep. She loved him a lot more though. Serving Fafner meant serving an actual Master, not a mere customer and such a luxury hadn’t been part of her life in quite some time beyond initial training sessions with the Gorgonian.

When he first speared into her, Phoebe adapted to the pace as fast as she could, always complimenting his own advances with enthusiastic counterthrusts. Although she hadn’t dealt with his actual manhood, the young woman wished to perform. She could practically feel both appendages rubbing against each other within her core which encouraged Phoebe further. Her breasts were taken hold of and squeezed ever so delightfully, her clit caressed and set ablaze. By now her euphoric cries and moans were a constant. Both worsened her condition as air and vibrations worked together to drive her mouth crazy with desire. Still, she had much to give despite her size, but grazing the alluring swell of her lips revealed the most intriguing aspect of her body yet.

Such a fleeting touch graced her with friction and yet her lips quivered excitedly in response. Phoebe lacked the will to hold back whichever sweet moans he elicited from the former agent, but now he had her cornered within the niche application of her enhanced oral charms. Hot breaths washed all over his tentacle and beyond the parted gates to her mouth he could see the agile muscle of her tongue, how it shuddered at his slightest touch and seemed far from reluctant to invite him deeper inside. Saliva caked it in enticing wet warmth, an effect he strenghtened by teasing her in this manner until she could no longer bear it.

“Master, please ..” She moaned the words more than anything else as her tongue finally came forth from its hiding spot, bathing him in keen licks when it finally got to swirl about the crown without hindrance. Such bliss. It nearly melted her mind right then and there. If given the chance, she’d gently suckle on the tendril’s tip, forcing her eyes shut almost entirely when her senses were buried beneath wave upon wave of carnal bliss. She’d recoil briefly to speak once more, but afterwards there’d be nothing holding her back. “Fill my mouth, too.”

All the while, her hips rocked back and forth between his two thrusting appendages, the girl unabated in their desire to ride out her Master’s testing run without holding anything back. She did her best to please and clenched tightly about them, knowing fully well he may not feel pleasure through either of the two, but the rising appreciation of these tight inner walls wasn’t going to stay unnoticed. Phoebe had a gift for pleasuring men and women alike and she let that very fact shine as brightly as she could for as long as he allowed it.

The water had the advantage of ceasing his need to use any of his tentacles for balance, thus he was able to use all eight. Four restrained her limbs, one played with her clit and another her lips with the remaining two inside her.

There were a few tricks he had learned to keep his posture but this was far easier. She would find that the tentacles were somewhat sensitive too. He could even taste through them in some sense and his species could even detach a tentacle for whatever reason, often if it were injured though in practicality it steamed further back in the evolution of the species when giving up a tentacle to a predator was useful. Even with their abilities of camouflage and getting away there had been a particular predator that often surprised them, it could mask it's brainwaves too until it struck.

Nowadays they could still do so but evolved to such a state that they didn't need to do so. But the pair of tentacles worked into her readily picking up speed. He learned how much she could take since those tentacles were long she would reach her limits before he ran out of tentacle, besides which he could stretch with his elastic nature.

Her request had the teasing tentacle press into her mouth though the tentacle did not plunge nearly as deep as the others. Oddly he seemed to enjoy playing with her tits, hers had not been the first small pair he handled. Present was smaller. His thumbs flicked over her nipples as he pressed them together. But he did not stop, not until she came as there was no tiring out those tentacles as good as she made them feel.

But he had not discarded her, even if he had merely been interested in seeing how often he could get her to cum. He kept at it though until her fingers and toes had long since wrinkled from the water. Fafner was finding out just what she liked and at what tempo. As much as she learned from him as to his likes he was discovering some of hers, though unlike her he did not make it his mission to learn, he merely picked up things as he played with her a bit.

All of his tentacles retracted from her, his hands on her hips he carried her to the lip of the pool before spinning her around. One of the guards must have been called over or something had been planned out in advance.

Not bad at all. Though I wonder at how much longer you can hold out. He was tracing a hand over her shapely ass. Still in the pool but facing away from him the guard that had come over feel to his knees presenting her with a large firm cock. She was lifted up by a tentacle to better reach, the cock presented before her lips though no command was given, either it was clear what she was to do or he wished to see if she could restrain herself.

Her ass was only partially submerged though that touch still rubbed against her ass.

Dipping one tentacle into her mouth was more than enough for the small blonde agent. It was divine before, but now dealing with him became heaven. She eased into sucking on the length that was given to her and tightened her lips all the same while her tongue coiled about it, expertly manipulating the appendage for that was the most desired task Phoebe was meant to perform.

She was driven closer to the edge, but until then there were plenty of pleasures to gain. Since her breasts were small, Phoebe was delighted to find Fafner toyed with them regardless. Few seemed to care unless they were large enough to fill their whole hand. All the more reason to love Master, she thought, then her body gave into an orgasm for the first time. She managed to last given how much he foisted upon her at the same time, but more was yet to come.

They’d been going at it for a while. When he finally released her limbs and allowed her to recover, he already prepared something else. Whether a challenge or a mere curiosity, one of the guards walked over to the edge of the pool and the firm treat at his loins had her weary body flare up with desire once again.

In the early days of her training, when various machines were placed over her eyes and ears, they infused her with two thoughts and nothing more. She loved cock. She loved cum. In her mind, they were eternal. Alien lights dulled her mind while a voice pressed these statements into it until they burned themselves into her consciousness. Whenever Phoebe passed out from exhaustion or managed to last long enough to be sent to bed, they were always waiting for her. All the while, they changed her mouth and throat to feel pleasure from every dick the young woman could hope to consume.

Today was no different. She had a large cock presented to her and the eternal chant in the back of her mind urged her to take it. Saliva amassed within her mouth in preparation of things to come. Such a mouth watering sight could hardly be ignored. The lessons drilled into her mind began to take over and sheer will power held them back, if only for a moment.

She didn’t question it. The whole package looked too damn delicious! If Fafner had a trap waiting for her, that this was meant to be some kind of test, Phoebe walked right into it when her freed hands moved to better reach it before her tongue glazed the whole length in a shimmering layer of appreciation. She loved the smell, taste and texture, regardless of what kind of creature Phoebe dealt with. Her mouth ached from having to prepare this one for the long, deep sucks her body yearned for before being able to take him in, but it seemed to be well worth the wait. A hand slid over his sac in the process, cupping it with a gentle touch as her thumb caressed the eager specimen.

It seemed to be logical to do it rather than hold back, let alone ask Fafner whether he wanted her to do this. She could move freely once again. The guard came over, presumably being called there through telepathy. The Master himself carried her to the edge of the pool, then lifted her up. Phoebe thought it was obvious and chose to do the obvious as well. She’d savor the cock in the warm confines of her mouth unless he stopped her. If not stopped at all, Phoebe would simply keep going until either of the two couldn’t go on anymore.

She had not been stopped at all. In fact her ass was squeezed while his other hand reached around her and caressed one of her breasts. Fingers danced against the nipple and she heard a howl from the alien as they got started.

The creature grasped the back of her head feeling those wet locks. Thankfully there was no fur on those hands as he did not smell so enticing when wet though the scent of his masculine member before her so close would have probably overridden it.

While she worked so did Fafner. He touched her whether rubbing a tentacle against her clit or simply stroking her ass and breast. He switched hands too targeting the other cheek and breast and it was quite clear that he was mapping her out and not in just that internal sense.

He played with her as she sucked to the appreciation of the alien before her. Her tempo had been enough for him where he allowed her to maintain control for the time being though it was clear that he wasn't going to allow her to draw away until she had finished.

She had been at it for some time. Whenever she came too close he backed off of her clit though soon realized that her mouth received the same sort of pleasure that he sought to deny her of. He had an inkling that she received pleasure with her mouth but had not calculate that it was so profound since he was dealing with stimulating other portions of her body at the same time.

So initially he had failed in his attempts to reign her in. Seeing that he had little control over that though he considered overwhelming her with pleasure instead. When the first finally finished and the gush of warm seed splashed against the back of her throat the second replaced him.

When she had finished this time though Fafner gave her lips a brake turning her back around to face him and lifting that petite body out of the pool sitting her on the edge of it so only her legs remained in it. They were spread and soon she felt mouth tendrils against her clit as his tongue slipped against that slit, rubbing up and down twice then in with a sudden push.

He tasted those depths, colorless eyes glancing up at her. Tentacles lifted out of that pool, a pair giving her breasts even greater attention then before while a third traced against her lips as if knocking on the door. Yet he did not drive that tentacle forth seeing how she reacted to the cock she would figure out what to do with it as well and if not then he would just have to show her what it was for.

Serving in this manner might’ve been vile to some, but Phoebe couldn’t have been happier unless there were more men to appreciate the things she could do. Mouthfuls of cum rolled across her taste buds, coating her tongue in that thick goop which tingled as the substance began to flow down her throat with each eager swallow she took. All portions of her mouth were sensitive to the point where not using them seemed to be such a waste and there was little doubt he’d gotten someone who enjoyed their position beyond reason.

She’d finished with the first, then the second. She forgot how many times her body became overwhelmed and got sent over the edge along the way. Such prolonged acts of servitude were draining, but for the moment she managed to hold on. Nothing else truly mattered. Seeing how Fafner wouldn’t be around for long, at least not where the slaves were brought, the chance to make an impression was worth more than anything else in the world. She had no choice but to perform tonight.

Licking her lips clean was the last thing Phoebe did before Fafner turned her around once again and treated himself to the now drenched albeit quivering entrance to her aching folds. "Ah! M-Master!" She grit her teeth when he first entered her, hoping to cherish the moment to the fullest as her thighs opened further all on their own, but then he’d already overwhelmed her senses which forced her head to dip back at once.

Phoebe hoped to maintain eye contact when time allowed her to get used to the sensation enough to focus on him once again. Her breasts tingled and heaved with each heated breath, hardened nipples pulsed with every excited beat of her heart and yet despite the nature of their relationship Phoebe smiled down at her Master.

"You're too- Ah! .. too kind." He took his time with her now and the offered tentacle setting down on her lips had been invited inside right away when they began to part and warm breaths lashed out at the purple flesh. Her tongue functioned as a lure when it touched upon the smooth yet wet appendage and traced over the surface, playfully dancing about it while one of her free hands let its fingertips dash against the sides of it. The other turned his attention to him and gently swept over one of his mouth tendrils, then his cheek where her thumb caressed him.

His tongue dove into her slick folds. He explored a bit while making additional notes to himself. She was tiring but made every attempt to endure and carry on. Whether his mouth tendril on her clit of the tentacles manipulating her breasts he kept working.

There were no brakes for her and while his tentacle had been invited into her mouth he wasted no time in plunging in. Her tongue found it easily toying with it all the while. Her did not shy away from her touch as he dined on her.

He was unused to being called kind. His slaves often had to be molded the way he wanted and learned to obey to avoid punishment. As long as they obeyed there was little reason to punish them. Of course there were exceptions. Nail had good dealings with Aegir so he had been prone in being more sadistic with her though basally if she obeyed she avoided the bulk of his ire.

You like? A rhetorical question. He kept at it, feasting until the combination of tongue, tentacle and tendril overwhelmed her. When she was conscious once again she had been on a cot in a room with the other five slaves. There were a few faces here she did not recognize. Other slaves that were already here when they arrived.

In between each cot was a small stand with a few draws. Atop hers had been clothes.. She could assume that they were for her seeing that she was still naked. From what she observed the others all had slave collars now though the attire was similar it was not the same for everyone. Some had been quite revealing others a bit modest without being overly sexy. Hers were comfortable though the skirt was a little short to emphasize her ass. Did they take measurements before hand or was it just a coincidence?

She didn't have long to ponder that though as shortly after being dressed a pair of guards arrived hustling them out to one of the buildings that served as a mess hall. They would eat, the food wasn't the worst but neither the best.

Then they broke the slaves into teams. She was just about too be assigned to one of the groups when a third guard arrived to lead her away. From one building to the next she had been brought back to the one that had the doctor, who dismissed the guard.

“Did it go well?” He inquired after dipping his head taking in her small stature as he approached.

Phoebe had next to nothing to compare him with. All things considered, there wasn’t a hint of cruelty throughout her time here. His true nature may very well be unknown to her although the pits outside reminded her that things may change for the worse in the near future, at least for some of the girls.

Serving under Vespira barely allowed her to be with the Gorgonian at all once her mind and body were broken in. Phoebe wanted to be with her, but had to work in an establishment of hers instead without seeing her for months. At least for the moment, Fafner had been preferable. She nearly died during punishment as well and feared it more than anything else. Thus far, she didn’t think of the octopus hybrid creature as someone to be feared in much the same way, but someone she came to respect for what he was. If he had any sadistic tendencies or had a fondness for cruelty, the girl had no idea.

She did ride out her every desire to the fullest until her young body had nothing left. In a way working her lips for months on end allowed her to last longer, a little something special she had to be thankful for despite being neglected by her former Mistress.

The clothes were nothing Phoebe hadn’t seen before. They were comfortable, but appeared to be designed to show off her most treasured charms. It seemed intentional to her. Unlike someone who was enslaved recently, there was no shame for her in wearing such attire. She made a habit of accentuating her succulent round ass with a deliberate sway to her hips every now and then and made no effort to drop that particular habit throughout the day.

Having a meal inflamed her senses with pleasure once more. She had to chew everything, then swallow it. Swallowing worked her tongue and throat, and both experienced the touch of food and drinks as they went down to her stomach. Her entire mouth burned with pleasure. She forced herself not to cum among the crowd and kept conversation to a minimum to calm herself although her crimson cheeks were beyond obvious. Shortly after, when the slaves were to be broken into teams, one of the guards took her to the doctor. He left, leaving them to themselves.

She bit her lower lip before responding. “I’d like to think so. Master Fafner gave me a lot of attention. I believe he’s fond of me. Meeting me reminded him of someone called Present.” She smiled at the prospect of becoming a staying memory in his mind. “I trust that’s a good thing .. to be remembered ..” Speaking worsened her condition, but Phoebe tried to do her best to move on. She was far from a mindless drone, after all. The former agent managed to function somewhat normally in a regular environment, but her devotion belonged to Fafner all the same.

“Why did you choose me, out of all the ones you had available?” It just came out. She had a faint idea, given they were both small and probably thought of as lesser individuals among their own ranks. Still, Phoebe took the opportunity to bring it up when he approached. After all, he was responsible for giving her a chance. Still, thanking him forced her to focus on confining these building desires within her. “I want to thank you for the opportunity, whatever your reasons were. It’s difficult enough to be chosen, let alone make an impression when you’re not the most impressive woman he could’ve spent some time with. So, thank you.”

“Present … President ...” the doctor seemed to attempt to remember the name. She had not been through here he concluded. Fafner had many slaves scattered throughout the galaxy he knew.

He did grin though. “I assumed that things went well considering the message I was to relay to you. Fafner said that he is pleased but you need additional work. Your stamina has to be built up even greater.

“You have been left here for the time being to increase it but he should be back within a few weeks at the longest. You have a skill that he can use in addition to your body.” He moved to a cabinet near her and got out a slave collar. He attached it to her after she asked her latest question pausing while he did so as if he had been thinking of that answer.

“Because I know what it is like to be the runt. I knew I could not compete with the warriors and had their scraps all my life. So I learned something indispensable to be more useful then them. If a warrior is killed so many can replace him. If I am killed not many have the same sort of expertise at least in my species. It is normal to gravitate to the warrior caste and unless you are exceptionally smart or small you don't stray from that path.

“Most times the slaves brought here are more or less balanced. You stood out clearly you would not have been given any sort of chance. The guards would have just selected taller women, those with larger breasts, their own preferences.

“So I gambled a bit. I gave you the opportunity that you would have been denied and figured that since you did not measure up to the usual slaves selected from what I have seen then Master Fafner might have been more interested. After having steak every day after a while you long for a change. But you did remind him of someone.”

He did pause and he shook his head when she thanked him. “It will be tough, that is if you wish to increase your stamina. The pits you saw on the way in would be just the start. I'm unsure of which group they will place you in. You are small and not their usual choice so it could be either group. The captain who brought you has remained here and he is a bit sadistic … if Master Fafner has told him to increase your stamina then it will be clear as to which group he assigns you.”

He explained a bit though it was clear that he was not about to totally shake off her thank you. A hand set upon her shoulder then trailed down her arm. “You can thank me by making the best out of this opportunity. When Master Fafner returns show him that you've increased your stamina to the point that he takes you with him.”

In a way, Phoebe understood what he meant. She was never the tallest or strongest, not even for a girl. The boys were another league of their own. She didn’t live up to the most intelligent women on Shokushu either, but had other qualities that could be built upon over the years. Steering more towards operating ships once her career as an agency began showed there was more to survival out here than brute force and knowledge from books. Then again, she had other qualities which made her quite desirable now. The past was no longer a concern.

There was a pause when he brought up the Captain and his sadistic tendencies which made her wonder if there was any way to avoid dealing with him when he’d help her train somewhere along the way. She didn’t fancy pain and clearly lost some measure of enthusiasm when he mentioned the Captain, but whatever happened Phoebe was determined to pull through it. There was no greater reward than serving the Master personally. If it took accepting pain and rigorous hardships, then that’s what would be done to fulfill her dreams. She was sad to find he'd leave her here for weeks before returning to her, but she had weeks to train and would do whatever it took to be perfect for the job.

Phoebe beamed with excitement at the prospect of becoming important enough to travel with Fafner himself, a fact which may not be very admirable for anyone with free will, but that’s what captivity had done to her. Such a chance had to be the most generous thing anyone’s done for her in months. With his hand against her arm, he’d feel her free hand against the back of his own. She couldn’t help but nod and smile.

“Yes, I’ll do that. You have my word. I’ll do everything in my power to increase my stamina and make Master proud!” Again her tongue quivered with the pleasure it infused her entire being with, but she didn’t care. Even if she came, she did so while making a promise.

Something popped up in her mind shortly after. She didn’t know whether it’d be alright to ask, but he seemed the least likely to punish her for anything. “What’s your name?” She grinned at him. “I want to remember the person who’s given me this opportunity and I’m not too good with faces alone.”

Phoebe recalled one particular slave during her early training days. “Lana ..” She was lovely, and kind. Some advice on how to last was the first thing which came to mind. Later on, they were getting involved more or less romantically. Since being taken away to work her mouth for customers day after day, they hadn’t seen each other at all. They had different talents, after all. She’d never been more than an experimental slave and now ended up here, but that didn’t mean their time together was just forgotten. If he was willing to give a name, it wouldn’t be the same with him either.

Afterwards, her mind drifted back to earning the privilege of being taken away by Fafner. She remembered they were getting busy with the groups before and nearly panicked when that realization struck. She didn’t have a collar before, maybe that gave her an excuse to stay away until now. Then again, he also had a message from Fafner. In all likelihood they weren’t going to punish her for being with the doctor. “Say .. Shouldn’t I head back now? They were just assigning groups before I was brought back here. I’d love to use every minute I have to improve myself.”

It wasn't the question he had been expecting. His name had never been asked for. It was not necessary for his work and his size and coloration made him stand out from the others that were present at least. It had not come up with the other slaves and as far as he knew only Fafner and the captain used it.

There was no sort of punishment for asking though. “I am called Kurgan.”

He did not have to ponder her question long before answering. He had been caught up in watching her reaction seeing that he had not had time to study all the data that he got from the new slaves. It was clear that something that was happening but how or why had eluded him at this point.

“You can head back now if you like. It is easy for me to detain you here as the others can't comprehend my babble if I get to use medical terms.” He studied her enthusiasm for a quick moment.

He could have called for a guard. “Unless the captain overrides me I can assign groups too or at least recommend them. Group A will have you doing construction. B will subject you to more opportunities to work on your sexual stamina. I'm not certain which group you would be assigned, your small and no good for the first yet do not possess the qualities that the others prefer. The captain is a bit sadistic though … well ...”

He shook his head. “I recommend you to group B. You can tell the guard when they bring you back. If you are interested in getting started straight away I can give you something against the cold that may help. They will likely start you with the pits.”

“Kurgan.” Should be easy enough. It didn’t mean much in her current position, but the girl was loyal and some minor bits of her personality couldn’t be washed away. She owed him for being chosen, whatever that offered him other than the chance to prove the small ones were useful for something. A slave wouldn’t do him much good in the long run, not even when she felt indebted to him. Still, life was long and even serving a Master those trusted names never faded. That didn’t mean it’d stay the same forever.

Somewhere deep inside, Phoebe wished to be free. She’d merely taken a liking to servitude as that particular line of thought was burned into her mind and attempting escape was punished severely in the past. There was no rescue for months on end. She didn’t even know if anyone bothered to look. Judging by the many other agents Phoebe had seen throughout her initial moments on an alien ship before the process of enslaving her truly began, lost agents didn’t seem to matter all that much anymore. Maybe they weren’t worth the effort or an acceptable loss considering what humanity was up against.

She feared punishment ever since Saurians nearly fucked her to death and that was it. She didn’t bother anymore. Life was good and didn’t treat her poorly when it flooded her mouth with pleasure at the next shaft pushing into it and offered a stomach full of cum on a daily basis.

She flashed a smile nonetheless. “I’m Phoebe.” Probably useless information to the likes of him, but it only seemed fair. They had no time for each other aside from the few medical exams which required her presence here.

Though the mention of receiving something against the cold was a bit odd. “Against the cold?” She pondered on that for a moment. The climate seemed to be alright when they got here. “Are they going to leave me outside during the night as well?” That made more sense, but Phoebe wasn’t entirely sure. Whatever the reason he recommended it, the cute blond wasn’t going to dismiss a chance to improve and be more comfortable at the same time. “I’d like to get started straight away. If you can give me anything that helps, I’ll take it.”

With that taken care of, Phoebe thought it best to have him call a guard rather than stay around much longer. Such conversations were pleasant in more ways than one and a refreshing yet fleeting moment of ordinary life, but they must’ve known there was little point to it. She was a slave and whatever company he could offer would be accompanied by the fact they both worked for the same people. Serving got her out of places where she was just one of many and that’s what Phoebe would do. Besides, if the course of their conversation had been any indication, her cheeks had become bright red and the urge to ask for a chance of relief became stronger by the second. Perhaps on another day they’d have the chance to speak again.

Staying with the guard made her fears flare up once again. What if the group she was meant to be in happened to be full already? They could only have so many pits. It’d be horrible and Phoebe did her best to bring it up to the guard as quickly as possible. She looked to him, finding him much taller than her which made speaking up with confidence rather difficult.

“He recommends me to group B.” It almost hurt to speak now. She dealt with the doctor like this and now things were only getting worse with every word. Her mouth was on fire while her tongue slid against the top of it, almost with a life of its own as the friction brought slight measures of relief, but ended up building her pleasure at the same time. Worse, Phoebe chose to emphasize the fact she had to be in the group even though they may not feel attracted to her. “Master Fafner was impressed by what I could do and wants me to be in that group as well.” She always figured the pits had something to do with enduring rigorous sexual workouts and the most common species she’d seen thus far were these strange wolf-like people.

“Phoebe.” He repeated her name as it was one that his people did not use. The name was understandable but accented. It was perhaps the first time she had been aware that he did not possess an accent at all as if he had lots of practice suppressing it. A new word would take more practice perhaps.

“You can say that. I rarely keep track of the things they get up too but often have to deal with the aftermath.” He had thought to add something but refrained from doing so. It would make matters worse.

He got out a needle and after looking over various bottles in a locked cabinet he filled it with a few milligrams of a red liquid. Squeezing out the air bubble he found a vein in her weak arm after inquiring then injected her.

Whatever the substance was it was hot, it burned through her veins for about three seconds before it seemed to mellow. She could feel a tingle in her arm and as that drug effected her she would feel a dull warmth that seemed to emulate from within. There was no other discomfort though and no other effect than feeling a bit warm.

He called up a guard on a comlink and one arrived though she had to wait a bit. When the guard arrived he didn't seem pleased and as she drew closer she could smell sex, it was something she had gotten use to it. The smell wasn't strong but there was no question that it was there.

He had been leading her away when she spoke up. He looked unimpressed but Fafner's name got his attention. He then looked over her small stature and growled, perhaps it was a sigh.

Leading her along he had her sitting on her hands when they got to the pits. Seeing how he was the sole guard he took no chances as he laid his rifle near him as he worked the cranks. When the restraints were low enough he called her over, restrained her then returned to that crank.

She was lowered into that pit. Not far down was mud, cool mud that came up to her chin given her smaller stature. She was then left there, arms extended up to the heavens the mud working her nipples up to erect points.

Without that injection the mud would have felt cold rather than cold. But her warmth was a double edged sword so o speak. Her body heat had been sensed quicker. There was something in the mud or somethings. She felt something brush up against her leg. A few moments later something latched onto her left breast. Several tentacles held on as it sucked the tit. As it drank another did the same after attaching itself to an ass cheek.

Tentacled leeches or something similar, though none had been after her blood. None had harmed her much though the suction was strong against her and she had only been in the pit for a few minutes.

Subservient to her captors without fail, the weapon never caught her interest although in the back of her mind Phoebe considered the possibilities for a short moment. She had to reach it which in itself would’ve taken a lot of luck when he had her sit on her own hands. Some means of transportation would be next and it’d be quite a distance to where they even dropped her off. Whether any ship was even there, the girl would have to get inside while one guard was likely to alarm many. So would gunshots.

It didn’t matter much when her body fell victim to the restraints. She was lowered and glanced about, looking for potential opening in the walls from which her torment may come, but then the mud began to embrace her. It’d have been cold, no doubt. Asking for Kurgan’s help definitely paid off as her discomfort had been lept at a minimum.

Sticking out of it with just the head didn’t fill her with confidence, but that wasn’t her primary concern. “How are they going to train my stamina down here?” She never anticipated what happened next. The wolves and the smell on the most recent guard to grace her company offered more than enough evidence to the fact they’d be the ones to have their way with her. Shudders rolled over her bound form when something grazed one of her legs, and there had been a significant lack of fur down there. She felt how her heart beat faster at that discovery. Laurel green eyes dipped to the source of that touch, but the actual movement of her head coated her chin with mud and brought a frown unto the young woman.

Suddenly, all that changed with the first unseen creature latching onto her left breast, eliciting a moan of shock and pleasure from the former agent. She blushed, bringing more heat to her cheeks though overall her body began to heat up from lust, the same desires for the pleasures of the flesh which tormented her mind mere moments before. Her nipples were rock hard and gave her high hopes they’d latch onto them as well as they were now throbbing with warmth.

It only became worse when the next leech affixed itself to one of her meaty ass cheeks. She knew what leeches were, but hadn’t expected something of the sort to be here and these ones weren’t sucking blood either. At the same time, the damn things had tentacles. She had no idea what they really were, but the effects on her psyche were nothing compared to the response of her body. She squirmed and shuddered, unable to see and fight the sensations. Phoebe emanated warmth and now her every intimate region flared up with an even more intense heat. She needed it badly, but hoped to last despite having her breathing escalated by equal measures of surprise and the first electric sparks of pleasure at her core.

Fafner wished to increase her stamina, after all, and the girl grit her teeth at the challenge before her. Phoebe whimpered and gasped, unable to hold everything back at the same time.

Soon, her body began to betray the restrained female. She squealed and came given how primed her body was for release before coming down here, the sweet warm juices of an orgasm washing out into the mud. Almost on purpose her thighs began to part as much as they could within her bonds, inviting the foreign creatures to explore her every source of warmth. She’d give everything for the next few hours, maybe even longer depending on when they thought about getting her out of there. Since Fafner wasn’t likely to hold back, Phoebe chose to offer whichever sources of pleasure these leeches could find.

That was just the first orgasm of many more to come. The leeches or whatever they were had varied in size. Most seemed small no bigger than a coin but some were as large as a baseball. The tentacles had suction cups that assisted the things in holding on and they had to have some form of mouth given the way they sucked against her.

The drug Kurgan gave her meant that she would not have to worry about the mud for a bit and as the drug gradually wore off she would just adjust to the temperature unless the leeches drained her of heat in some fashion.

Soon others found there way to her and only her head and arms which were suspended above her head had been devoid of the things. One of the larger ones found her other nipple. They feasted while she had no choice but to endure.

Not long after she had been immersed in that mud did she feel a tentacle slip briefly into her ass. One of the larger ones found her, one about the size of a softball. It squeezed that tentacle inside her, then realized it was the wrong hole for it's purposes. It then used a different tentacle to squeeze inside her pussy. Something told it that that was the hole it wanted and she felt it move against her.

Rather then a moment the crown of it's head perhaps pressed against her slit. It pressed inside her, stretched her, but it was boneless and could compress itself as it moved into her at a slow rate.

Once inside it kept going though it eventually stopped at some point shy of her womb and simple remained there.

Then the next soon pushed inside. Though it went in mouth first. It came to rest inside her. Their tentacles entwining as their mouths pressed to each other. They were doing something and she could feel that moment inside her in the form of whipping tentacles.

About the time they stopped they remained still inside her. Yet others moved into her in time in similar ways.

She had to endure the pit for hours. Maybe even a full day or more. She slept there. Grew hungry. Grew hungrier and judging by the sun over head she guessed it was about noon. The activity seemed to lessen around that time. The mud was warmer and she found that they were more active was the mud was colder. Though many of the ones latched onto her remained in place as did the ones that entered her.

Hearing the crank she was slowly drawn from the bit roused awake by the motion. There was a guard there and Kurgan as well. She was not released but rather injected with something that eased her hunger.

“How much more do you think you can endure?” He whispered to her while he injected her.

Something roused her from slumber and it took her addled mind a moment to realize her weight was being lifted. Phoebe felt tired and hungry, definitely hungry and her mouth felt somewhat parched to make matters even worse. She failed to recall whether dreams claimed her on their own or the leeches drove her into a lustful frenzy until her body gave up and blacked out after hours of sexual torment. Sunlight warming her from above filled Phoebe in on the fact that some time had passed, an entire day or more given the lengthy exposure to the mud before her eyes shut for some well deserved relaxation.

Mud coated her from the neck down and dripped into the pit below though the suction from her many stimulating guests hadn’t diminished in the least. Sensations of pleasure and fullness loomed over her. She’d taken in quite a few leeches that left her feeling somewhat bloated, but the exact numbers ecaped her even now. All she knew was that once evening arrived, they’d be moving a lot more within her core.

Kurgan filled her with a bit of hope that he’d release her now, that the torment was over and while the injection left a stinging sensation, it helped those tired muscles realize they were still alive and well. All night they’d been confined, then a few more hours before her body left the pit once again, but they didn’t undo her bonds straight away.

She wanted to leave that pit. Spending time therein had been a strenous exercise and yet that question about how much more she could take reminded her why these people put her there in the first place.

“I’ll manage.” A mere whisper returned to the wolf man, the doctor, probably the only one who actually cared about the answer when asking that question. Soft green eyes drank him in, unable to hide the strain just one day in that pit left on her senses. “Maybe one more day .. Two would be a stretch. If I could have some water .. I’d definitely try to do all that and more.”

They were doing plenty to help her advance toward serving under Fafner. She never saw what the leeches did, but having them overpower her multiple times showed they were capable of doing something. Tendrils slid over her sensitive spots, driving her on to the heights of bliss. Phoebe belonged here for the next few weeks, that much was certain, and taking unnecessary breaks when she had to prove her worth as a smaller slave had been out of the question. She’d take another day, even without the water, and hoped he’d let her remain. There was always the matter of how well others performed, and what the risks were of being in here for too long, but while Phoebe felt tired and thirsty she was far from miserable. She only had those few weeks and nothing more. Sacrifices had to be made and thus far the pit had yet to break her spirit.