She did not take her ship the last leg of the journey getting her hands on something a bit more disposable in the event that the unforeseen occurred, not that there would be much if anything she could do against those hypnotic eyes. Vespira allowed her to leave last time but would she this time?

That had been a gamble that she took as she headed to the club that the crime lord was last at. She had managed to follow her movements somewhat as she went from controlled brothel to controlled brothel but lost track of her so she decided to return to that club she had last seen her at figuring it was way easier to just leave a message if she wasn't there. That may have been easier to begin with had she believed that she would have this much trouble.

Her droid 92 was left behind as well but she was sure not to come empty handed. At least she had no reason to worry about Mercer's cruel treatment of her sister or having to do the odd task or even battle in the arena, which was sort of addicting. When arriving in the system she went through the proper channels contacting whoever she needed to contact before making her approach and docking.

After which it had been off to the club, armed with a pair of plasma pistols she took the locked strongbox with her. Once at the club she asked if Vespira was around, if she wasn't then she would have no choice but to leave a message.

It was difficult to say if either method would have been better than the other. Though Vespira loved the attention, she was not one to broadcast her movements as she had plenty of enemies such as the ADD that loved to interfere with her work. Scorch managed to catch the serpent's trail for a short time before it became cold, leaving her aimless of where to go next.

Scorch decided to return to the club where she last served the lewd desires of alien criminals. It was her poor performance that led to her being discarded while her sister, Serena, was kept by the Gorgonian. The steady thump of the music's beat welcomed the woman's approach. The line was not too long but there was a bouncer at the door. A large green skinned humanoid that was packed with muscle and bore a pig-like snout.

There was no sign of Vespira's cruiser around the planet so it was unlikely she was here. But, this may be her only lead for her whereabouts. The question was would Destiny try and enter the front door or find another way in? The bouncer was scanning ID's as well checking for weapons. Being a human woman, it was unknown how much trouble the brute may cause her.

It has been so long since Destiny had seen her sister. Serena never sent a message to her sister. Was this because Vespira prevented Serena from doing so or did her sister never considered contacting her? Vespira was not cruel like Mercer in some ways but far more devious in others. Her sister may be completely indoctrinated at this point. What was she going to do?

Not seeing Vespira's cruiser present it appeared that she struck out here too. There was a chance she had another ship by now too but she had expected a luxury vehicle and nothing of such a nature caught her eye. Granted she did not look for long and approached the club via the front door where she saw that Ids were being checked.

While she could have tried sneaking in that went counter to her plans, that may have been frowned upon. So she waited in line trying to determine what sort of trouble she could expect here. The alien didn't seem to be fusing over things too much and when it was finally her turn she had her ID already out to be scanned.

Setting the box down on the ground she pulled back the sides of her trench coat so the alien could take her pistols as she checked them then the ID. She didn't want to appear to be reaching for them and would let him take them then check the ID.

“I need to speak with the manager here, I have something for Vespira.” Her eyes flicked to the strongbox then back to the alien taking back her ID and the box. She figured that it would be best to leave her message with the manager assuming that Vespira was not in.

Not wishing to make an issue out of this matter the direct approach was probably for the best.

The green skinned beast takes the weapons and hands them off to be carried inside. The ID was scanned only for the scanner to beam strangely. The bouncer's eyes narrowed and snorts before grinning at the female mercenary. "Seems you were expected," he rumbles, "Says to deliver this message from Serena only if you agree to wear this first..."

He pulls out a metallic collar that Destiny was very familiar with. Submission collars were common in various slave ran establishments or at least those that had the funds to afford such accessories. It ensured that not as many personnel were required to keep control over the slave labor force as mere commands were all it took to force obedience. Obey and the pleasure centers of the brain are stimulated like a drug while disobedience led to growing pain until order was restored.

The danger was obvious. Putting on the collar would leave her at the mercy of this establishment or anyone that the device was programmed to obey. But, he did mention there was a message from Serena. What could Destiny's sister left behind at this establishment for her to find?

Meanwhile, Vespira was tending to political matters involving one of her establishments in an area of space where slavery was outlawed. The Gorgonian hissed slight annoyance as she sat on her coils. Serena could hear her Mistress's displeasure. The slave held the honor of traveling with the serpent woman and tend to many of Vespira's personal needs. The Gorgonian was impressed with this particular slave's initiative and loyalty, proving useful in a number of tasks besides merely a sex doll.

A console nearby Serena began to beep, revealing a message. The human woman would see that Destiny's ID had been scanned back at the establishment where her poor sister failed to satisfy her Mistress's expectations and was discarded. It had been nearly a year since the two were separated. Serena was personally trained by Vespira and her alluring charms and shown the lavished lifestyle of a worthy and pampered slave to a very successful crime lord. How would she feel now that Destiny was trying to find her once more?

She was expected? After her last time here she didn't think that that had been likely after being away for some time. She got caught up in a good deal of things and had not left here on a high note. She remembered the things she had to do with Mercer, unaware that it was a shape changer taken advantage of that rich history between the two.

Her eyes narrowed on the collar as memories came flooding back. She took the device with some reluctance. Her mind flickering over the choices ahead.

A message from her sister waited for her. When had it been left? Shortly after she had left here last time? More recently? There were a few more people behind her waiting to get admittance, waiting on her and making her rush through this process.

She turned over the box too knowing that placing that collar on wouldn't be the last of it. “Can you have this held for me. It is for Vespira?” If not she would take it back after she got the collar on and if so she wouldn't have to worry about it until it was needed.

“OK, what's the message?”

After some hesitation and impatience by the bouncer and the aliens in line, Scorch puts on the collar. The box was given back to the human woman was the bouncer did not really care about as it had already been scanned and did not seem to be a weapon. The bouncer snorts and tosses a small datapad to the mercenary woman. "There you go," he growled, "Now, get inside. You can read it there."

Immediately, Scorch felt the collar activate. The human woman knew the routine. The moment she began walking towards the entrance, pleasure slowly rippled throughout her entire body. The collar already had Destiny's data, making it sync up to the pleasure centers of her brain much faster. When she finally was inside, the pleasure would be rewarded a final time and slowly begin to fade, leaving a sense of emptiness where there was once pleasure.

Inside, the datapad lit up and the screen flashed and revealed a video recording of Serena. It only showed her head and bare shoulders as her sister began speaking. "It is good to know you came back, sister," Serena said softly, "If you are here it must mean you are searching for me. I am safe. But, your past performance has ensured that you will not find me without paying a price. The collar you are wearing will respond to any slave or employee working under my Mistress. Only I have the key to unlock your collar."

"I know you want to find me so here is your first clue. One of the patrons that frequents this establishment has been given a series of coordinates. Those will lead you in the right direction. I know I do not have to tell you this but you are forbidden from harming any patrons or any of the Mistress's property during your search. As for how you can get this patron to talk, allow me to warm you up..."

"Go on stage and perform a strip tease. Strip every article of clothing you have except for your collar. Have fun, sister..."

The datapad turned off completely and there seemed to be no way to reactivate it. Scorch's collar was already reacting to Serena's commands. Was that really Serena? Maybe this was just a script that Vespira made Serena recite. There was no time to dwell on it though as pain was beginning to throb inside the woman's skull. She needed to go on stage and strip. It was possible the patron would be watching the show as well.

She felt that familiar rush from the collar as she approached, the collar syncing back up with her then going dormant leaving her feeling empty after those initial seconds. She shuddered as the feeling left her, out of breath from the sudden jolt. Eagerness had her playing that recorded message causing her eyes to widen a bit in response.

Was she being serious? There had been little time to contemplate it, however, as she felt that tingling of a headache beginning knowing that it would soon be much worse. Blue eyes first flicked to nearest empty stage then she scanned the room of aliens.

Given what was said she had to earn this, and what better way to do so by that patron being the one she hated, Mercer. That of course could be too obvious so maybe a regular. She felt that headache begin as a dull ache and could not debate it at the moment.

Chances were it was a regular customer or someone on staff playing the part of a patron since no one knew when she would be here … that thought hit her as she could be here for some time waiting for the patron to show up in the first place. She had little time to deal with matters getting someone to check that box for her, the delay causing more of a throbbing migraine then out right pain as the delay had been brief before she took the stage, scanned the patrons and shed her white trench coat revealing her black shirt.

She was not much of a dancer but had her instructions. No harm to the patrons or damage to anything. Scanning for sprinklers as well as the patrons she could see that some had been smoking which was a plus. If there were sprinklers then they weren't too sensitive so she sought to be a bit creative, since dancing was not her strong suit. Using the stripper pole simply to twirl around as she built up a charge her eyes slowly going from blue to a light brown.

Stripping off her shirt exposing a red bra beneath she fired flame from one hand to the other, had used smaller charges to have flame dance about her body as she twirled catching the blasts in the opposite hand and snuffing each out, being interesting to make up for the lack of skill.

Each pause she took she built up another small charge stripping away each article of clothing, kicking off her boots and getting to her red undergarments. She gave a second thought to doing something to obscure her chest a bit longer, not to skilled as it were to strip and play catch at the same time. So she turned her back to the patrons instead, unclasped her bra and turned back covering her tits with an arm.

Dancing with that pole a bit more before revealing her breasts, pleasure fed into her by compliance had them perking up a little. Next came the panties trying to time there removal to the end of the song but seeing that it was one she had never heard she had to do her best to guess and crawl about the stage towards any patrons sitting close if any, eyes still attempting to get a better sense over the crowd before leaving that stage after collecting up her clothes.

She did not place them back on but rather sought someone to turn them over to. Breathing a little harder, a bit embarrassed at that and knowing that there had been a lot more to come.

Vespira was pleased to hear that Scorch had finally returned and this little game Serena created had finally begun. What better person than one's own sister to command the rebellious woman to perform these lewd acts? Serena was simply given a list of regulars and whoever she chose would be allowed to come to the establishment for free until the task was done at which the patron was given a final bonus payment. Naturally, the shapeshifting psychic was a prime candidate.

The shapeshifter was in a different form, enjoying the feel of one slave pressed up against his side while another was beneath the table. An evil smirk spread across his current humanoid features as he saw that familiar red head begin dancing on stage. It was a bit disappointing that his fun at this establishment was coming to an end. But, he had already thought of ways to ensure he could savor this particular prize for a good while.

Shedding her jacket, Scorch was already drawing some attention as she strode on stage. The audience was impressed with the pyrotechnics and were cheering the human woman on as articles of clothing were removed. A slave was already collecting the clothing, taking it elsewhere in the backrooms. Rough hands would reach out as the woman crawled around the stage, groping a thigh here, an ass cheek there, and some would squeeze a breast.

Looking around, there was no sign of Mercer. The shapeshifter had to resist the urge to start. He blew his load into the awaiting mouth of a slave as he thought of all the things he would do this one. But, there was no harm in waiting and letting this club wear the woman down a bit more.

Already, patrons were calling for Scorch. The collar goaded her to come see the first to call for her. The alien was a large, fat, and sweating humanoid that had the features of a giant shaved rat. He wasted no time in pulling the woman over the table he was at. His whiskers tickled Destiny's body as he sniffed and nibbled at the woman's smooth skin. "Nyeh... You smell so ripe and ready... You have been saving yourself and now you are all mine..." His breath soaked over Scorch's netherlips before his large tongue plunged deep inside those juicy depths.

She had to admit that it was a little exciting to hear the cheers. She knew that she wasn't much of a dancer and had been glad that her unique skills more than made up for it. Yet at the same time her stomach churned whenever she was touched and groped at being reduced to such a humiliating state. She was conflicted but knew that she had to endure the matter. She didn't even draw away, at least not immediately giving the audience just a bit of a sample before moving on as it would do no good to ruin things now. Even if she lost her nerve and ran off stage she doubted that she would manage to get far. Even if the collar did not stop her someone had gathered up her things and she would have to get to her ship naked.

Anyone seeing her would mistake her as a slave attempting to escape … all around a bad scenario. The only way this collar was coming off was from her sister inputting the combination.

From her last time here she only recognized some of the staff. Others were replaced as was the case with slaves being moved about often and last time she had been here she did not remember any of the patrons outside of Mercer. No sooner had she finished her dance did the calls start to come in. She knew the routine and found herself at a table with a nasty looking fellow.

She had dealt with aliens in the past, most often in the arena when forced to fight for Serena's sake. This one was revolting causing her stomach to churn but she had to keep it together. She had to place on an act, knowing that there were other patrons lined up after this but for now it was his time.

The rat was eager shoving her back into the booth, his tongue seeking her depths eager for her taste. “OH!” Hands went to his shoulders gripping him there. She had to endure it, had to, feeling that tongue at work her hips bucked forward pretending, at least at first, to get into things. That collar rewarded her for compliance and the way she was grinding against his face had that tongue hitting those spots within her, building upon the pleasure she was receiving her nipples now fully erect, her clit making a showing.

It was difficult enough to keep some coherent thought as to why she had allowed this to happen. “C-Cum here o-often -AHH-” She gasped as she fished for some information trying to keep her voice down to a low sultry purr as that tongue began a chain reaction within her molten core already bleeding that sweet release against that tongue.

Even Scorch's disgust did not hold off the wondrous sensations this hideous alien brought her. How could something so disgusting make her feel so good? The ratman's tongue dragged across the woman's g-spot, every bump seeming to strike every nerve in that cluster. The female mercenary then felt the tongue spread out inside her and begin to twist. The alien's lips were kissing over the woman's netherlips as his tongue began to make long drilling thrust deep inside the woman's velvet depths.

The rat's whiskers tickled over the woman's inner thighs and over her exposed pearl. His heavy breaths through his nose soaked the swollen bud with intense heat that seemed to grow hotter with each passing breath. The clit would pulse and throb harder and faster as more hot blood engorged the erect bundle of nerves. Every breath soaked into the woman's clitoris and seemed to send wave after wave of heated stimulation up the woman's spine.

Lewd slurps could be heard as the alien patron continued to feast on the woman's love juices. Despite their disgusting appearance, these ratmen feasted on the juices of potential mates. As they take in a female's juices, they exhale pheromones designed for the female mate that soak right into them, increasing their arousal and attraction. As Scorch soaked in more of the fine mist, her engorged pearl would shudder with every graze of that nose and those stiff whiskers.

After feasting for several minutes, drinking in any and all orgasms that came from Scorch's aching body, he would finally pull out. He would then climb onto the table. His long curved cock would slide along those drooling netherlips. The rat creature pressed his lips against the human woman's, soaking the woman's mouth and tongue in the taste of her own musky juices. His tongue pushed in, rubbing up against the woman's as the kiss deepened.

Oh god he was good at this! That tongue was driving her crazy as he went to work on her. Those licks hit all the right spots within her as if he knew the combination to the safe of her body. Her excitement grew, she even heard herself squealing in pleasure time and time again as she experienced this heavenly bliss.

He had not stopped to answer her question and she found herself glad of that as her hands locked down on his shoulders as she shuddered in release. Not just once either as he went to work on her body. That feeling of disgust had been forgotten in that moment as she was overwhelmed with pleasure, her mind not even reeling at what was going on.

Later all that was bound to return but not now. She had once figured that she could try to tease him to get those answers she had been after, try to hold him off for a bit with her hands and mouth but found that such strategies escaped her in that moment as another orgasm shock her to the core.

When he had finished his feast she was good and ready, quite aroused and ready. Even as his bulk climbed up over the table she had looked upon him with awe now rather then disgust. She could not help but smile seeing that erect member and knowing what it meant.

That tip welcomed as it rubbed against her, legs spreading open as wide as she could get them as a hand gripped a shoulder and the other reached down to stroke over that member teasing as she was teased, ready for this.

Purring in need, squirming a little to tease that tip with her body and getting it nice and wet with her excitement. Need gripped her, her tongue swirling against him tasting her own nectar on his tongue, which had not been an alien sensation at given her arena battles.

If he was not so fat she would have locked her legs around him but instead used her thighs to rub against his sides. At the moment unable to speak she only had her body to encourage him with. Thighs rubbing against him as were those nipples pressed against his chest as she leaned up against him, the bulk of his weight on the table instead of her. Her tongue playing with his own quicker now as if that duel had been intensifying and for her it was ...

It was unknown if Scorch was aware of the smile that spread across her face. The woman was unaware how much she had changed gradually over time. She despised men and yet she eagerly stroked the alien's cock, eager to have it inside her. The collar continued to stimulate and reward the woman's mind, training her to be obedient. The collar's insidious nature grows stronger the longer someone wore these training devices. With enough time and training, slaves would obey without the collar and feel the pleasing reward on their own. But, that danger was not even registering for Destiny. All she wanted was this disgusting ratman inside her.

The creature's hips surged forward, forcing his short thick cock right inside the eager woman. The lewd sound of juices slurping around the thick throbbing meat revealed just how yearning the mercenary was. His thrusts quickly gained speed, the table rocking beneath them both. His cock swelled inside the woman, throbbing faster and harder with every buck of those hips. Clawed hands held the woman tight, ensuring she did not move around as his thrusts grew more vigorous. In and out, in and out, his hips were nearly a blur, moving faster than any human male was capable of as his cock churned Scorch's insides into a froth.

The ratman held the advantage in their little duel. It was tough enough to focus as is as heat rippled through the woman's glistening body. Hot breaths caressed her cheek as that long tongue pushed all the way into her throat while pressing her own tongue down.

Scorch felt that cock swell once more only to release its hot torrent inside her eager depths. But, the creature's hips did not slow, fucking through his own orgasm as well as Destiny's as seed and juices squished around the rapidly thrusting cock. The fucking did not stop until the third swell filled the woman's womb to the brim and then some. Only then did the rat pull out, allowing that thick seed to ooze out of the woman's abused sex.

"Whew... You ain't too bad, slut," he hissed as he sat back down, his cock still semi erect and soaked in juices and seed. Scorch could smell his musk as she remained sprawled out on the table. This was just the first of many potential customers tonight. How long would this mercenary woman last before she lost all focus and reason?

Her tongue forced down as that rod was pushed into her. The feeling was so wonderful causing her eyes to roll back as her head tipped further back. That thick rod stretching her out to her limits. Yet despite that she attempted to clench down on that scepter, her efforts had to have been minor at that stage seeing how full of him she was.

Held in place her hands roamed over his shoulders as her legs rubbed against his sides. She arched up into him as best as she could given the circumstances as he showed no hesitation. Ploughing into her, feeding her with pleasure just as the collar did.

Forced to burst her toes curled up as her insides had been painted in his seed. Still he continued driving her to loose it once more. No human male could have matched such a pace and to her relief he kept going triggering another release as heat seared through her entire body.

She was left panting there as she pulled out and sat. Gasping she tried to recover some of her senses as she laid there for a moment.

She had been beside herself, never having felt anything quite like that. She had experienced the collars effects before and it was clear to her that he had some unusual skill that only enhance these sensations. The collar relented just long enough for that pleasure it brought to die down. When she did not move straight away the neutral feeling began to fade as she felt that slight tingle behind her eyes warning of the pain to come.

Thus she had to force herself off that table getting beneath it, beginning the clean up before she was dismissed from his presence or told to tend to the next client after the clean up necessary to get ready for the next one, it would be in bad taste for the next client to get sloppy seconds unless they bizarrely requested such a thing.

Catching her breath just a bit as she felt the reward from licking up one side of that still throbbing member then the other side she used her tongue to lap up that mess. “That was … incredible ...” she admitted, not that she wanted to but that sort of just came out.

“Tell me you come around here often.” Using both hands she rubbed against his length slowly between those licks. Her tongue now focusing on that tip brushing over it.

When she finished here it was time to clean up and get started all over again. She knew the effects of the collar but had no choice but to do her best. Unable to get anything useful as far as information as she went from client to client. Some where regulars she found, some where not but none knew where her sister had been making her fear the worse and that the guy with the coordinates wouldn't be here for a few days at least.

It was an innocent enough question to ask and most of the patrons were willing to answer. The work the ratman did on the new slave only made all the other encounters with paying customers all the more intense. Alien beings of all shapes and sizes came and left the establishment but only a fraction were Scorch's customers. For every cock she rode, for every tentacle she sucked on, the mercenary woman would see a potential customer be satisfied by another slave and leave. That did not include the patrons she failed to notice as bliss wracked her being as another hot load of alien spunk filled her womb.

When the night was over, the other head slave noted Destiny's performance. "Not bad for a first night and starting late," she stated, "You satisfied six customers. I expect you to remain this eager tomorrow. And work on your dancing."

Six patrons... The establishment was not one of Vespira's largest but it did get reasonable traffic. But, Scorch was only human and could only handle so much from these unrelenting monsters. The only thing more terrifying than not finding the specific regular in this place was knowing that this night felt easier than the previous time she tried to serve this place so long ago. Was she getting used to this?

In the showers, other lovely women welcomed the new girl. Hands roamed over Scorch's body, feeling her curves as one woman began to nibble and lick at those juicy netherlips. Another would turn Destiny's head into a deep kiss as a hand grabbed and squeezed a tender orb. Compared to the patrons, these women were very gentle as they teased and stimulated their fellow sister. Sud soaked rags drag across the woman's body as the slaves cleaned her and each other. Moans echo off the walls as they embraced each other, showing no inhibitions when it came to their sexuality.

All slaves minus the head slave shared a large chamber to sleep in. It had many pillows and blankets to sleep on as well as multiple dressers with various skimpy attires of different styles and sizes. Food was better than what most slaves were given but not by much. It was filling at the very least.

Six? The mind numbing pleasure had embraced her. Had it been pain she could have tried to resist it more, fight against it better. In some ways this was worse, pleasure was harder to rebel against, especially since she had that message. Until that collar came off she had to find a way to endure this. She couldn't allow herself to get lost in the matter, yet it was easy to get lost.

Several times already she had lost it for a period of time. Some of the aliens had endurance working for them and some were even willing to pay for longer chunks of time.

“Yes, I shall.” She answered in regard to her dancing. After all she had been told to listen and while closing time allowed her to dwell on her humiliation at the task set before her she wanted to rest and prepare for tomorrow. But that wasn't exactly what the other slaves had in store for her in the showers.

While she enjoyed the presence of women more she had been with Krisna exclusively for some time now. Instructions wrestled against her conscience. It took the stirrings of a headache before she joined in, touching back, moaning softly and feeling those touches as the others got acquainted with her. Fortunately it did not go on for too long, the others had been tired as well but somewhat use to this too and had to have built up more stamina even if she did not remember many faces from last time she had been hear.

Selection of clothes had been limited, skimpy attire that left little to the imagination for long but that had been the point. She herself preferred more covering. While it shielded her from stares it severed a dual purpose in the arena. More clothes to shred and get destroyed the more entertaining her outings were. Due to some fixed fights she didn't loose all the time making the crowds eager to see her loose the next time around.

She even had a collection of her own vids from the arena that she shared with Krissy not all that long ago.

From the attire she selected something that was either red or yellow, a more eye catching attire to assist with her dancing. Before retiring for the evening she found out when the club opened for business in the event it had changed from last time and got a pretty basic idea of the schedule.

The food had not been bad, she certainly had far worse. It had been a long way off from gourmet food but it would suffice. The next morning she would wake before they opened getting ready for the day. With close to two hours before they opened she was practicing her dancing with or without help. Had anyone been awake she would get pointers from other slaves.

Of course being on stage prior to opening meant she was the first one on unless someone was suppose to start things off. Starting off when they just opened would be easier but lacked the crowds that came later on in the evenings and so there would be few customers to question.

She would vacate the stage if told, otherwise it appeared as if she would be kicking things off.