Much like the other slaves, she did not really have much control over her own schedule. The other slaves were helpful to the point of being their own problem. They were eager to train their newest addition and they had their own routine on how to do so. The head slave had dictated what to do with newcomers. The other girls would rub oils and lotions into Scorch's body, making her lovely skin glisten under the the establishment lights. Tingling sensations would ripple across the woman's bare skin, the aphrodisiacs no doubt doing their work.

The other slaves were more than willing to help Scorch out, teaching the woman how to sway those hips and take advantage of that long red hair. They were all eager to see those pyrotechnics at work again and they did their best to add it to the routine. Hands would gently stroke the woman's curves, guiding her upper body and her limbs to bend and flex to better accentuate her assets. Hopefully, this preparation would bring attention to the patron Scorch was looking for while her body continued to heat up and throb with desire.

There were no complaints about being the first on stage. The crowd was rather impressive this time around as alien patrons found their booths and leered at the dancing redhead on stage. Pleasure rippled throughout Scorch's being as the collar awarded her efforts. Hoots, hollers, and whistling by aliens that were capable sound through the club. The steady beat of the music throbbed in the dancing woman's body. The air grew hotter by the second as every breath brought more fire to mercenaries burning lungs.

Scorch was not ordered to strip this time though with the attire she was wearing, it was not much of a perk. While the woman danced and fought against the drugs and collar wrecking havoc on her libido, she could see various alien patrons. Some were seen from the night before though that included those she had sought the needs of. If those patrons grew fond of her, they could keep ordering her and make her job of searching far more difficult.

As the dance finished, the mercenary woman would faintly notice the wolf like features of Mercer further in the back. There were already slaves tending to him while orders came in from the other patrons. The shapeshifter would make no efforts to call or even notice Scorch. He would have plenty of time with her when she finally reached him. For now, he would enjoy the free company of the other girls while the ever popular Destiny was called to table after table.

To fight against the caresses and touches of the slaves had been something she had to endure. But the touches had felt so pleasant at the same time. She gave back a little, reluctant at first but opening up further with the allure of that collar.

Given some pointers she tried out various positions, used that pole and got some practice in with her pyrokinetic abilities, though nothing complex in that regard least she accidentally damage something or inadvertently caused an injury.

All in all she did do a bit better this time around but true process would take some time. It was addicting hearing the cheers and whistles. They reminded her of the arena, though it was often jeers she heard, after all they had been there to see her loose in the end. She did have a small pocket of fans, those that didn't mind waiting for a show but this was different, they were all cheering for her this time around as far as she could tell.

She did a little topless dancing finding her eyes peeking over the crowd. Early on she did not expect as many patrons here but the club had to be in a well trafficked area. She had hardly spent much time in this sector of space.

At first as her body heated up she found herself looking for the ratman again. All to aware of the effects he had. She had to shake herself after her set, reminding herself that she was here to extract information and not get caught up in her own pleasure but it all felt so good, the insidious nature of it all.

See saw Mercer. Was he the regular? She hoped not. She had an aversion to him, her stomach churning in disgust had the times he had threatened her older sister, at forcing her into the arena in lieu of Serena for his own sadistic pleasure. Right now there were other slaves treating him so she had not been free to approach. But she knew that she would have to unless he called her. And as much as she would love to incinerate him she couldn't.

Scorch had to think this through, approach when she had an opening but the requests for her attention began and even the slight delay generated that warning headache until she had been on her way to her first table. Her top that she just placed back on was off again as she used her breasts to allow the latest patron to fuck between them as she took in his member.

Dessert came early with a heavy dose of cum. That collar forcing pleasure upon her as she complied with the commands she had been given. That day was far more taxing then the first, going to her patrons, back to the stage and fighting the urge to approach Mercer and yet needing to.

The only thing was that each time she got the nerve to approach she was either called away to tend to another or he was in the company of slaves. He was a minor crime lord but had money, she knew. All the rigged fights and artifacts that she had to steal for him over the years did little but scratch the surface on his wealth, probably the only thing that prevented him from taking her as a slave, he could get all he needed and had more fun tormenting her and getting other things he had wanted instead.

At one stage it was hard to concentrate. At another she had passed out in a sea of bliss for who knew how long. There was a brake for lunch, when she did not have to worry about the collar or being drawn away but it was among the few breaks she received.

There was no telling what would happen when she got the coordinates. The other slaves may keep her here or had been informed about matters, most likely the later since she just showed up. A thought did occur to her that the patron might have been the one to take her to the destination, another reason why she dreaded it being Mercer.

On her lunch break she did approach, at least most of the way only to see that Mercer was still occupied. Sighing, she had been conflicted not knowing when he would be in next. She did not have long before her brake would end and she would have to start everything all over again, she had wasted too much time as it was and forced herself forth at last while Mercer was being entertained orally by another.

“Come here often?” Her features flushed, her body flustered and hardly holding up at this point. He may not have even heard her, his attention had to be elsewhere. She would not say anything else if that was the case slinking off to finish the remainder of her brief brake before it all started over again.

Next time she would have to approach him regardless if others had his attention or not. Already she had been thinking of a way to capture his attention reminding herself she could not harm him.

As slaves, they were not given breaks exactly. Eventually, their bodies would require rest and sustenance. That usually resulted in being taken to the back room to be fed. Slaves walking around were considered on duty and to walk out there during these very short breaks would only result in them being available for purchase. Interfering with another slave's work was also heavily frowned upon and would attract the attention of the guards or the head slave.

Scorch could look into the room through a few monitors that were on in the backroom. It definitely looked like Mercer and there were almost always at least two women around him. She could try approaching when returning from her break though it was unknown if she would be intercepted before she could reach him. Annoyingly, he was in the far back booths.

For now, the female mercenary told herself she would try tomorrow. Her hesitation was either due to her hatred of Mercer or her desire to keep working with other patrons. Scorch's breasts jiggled as she walked, revealing that she was still walking topless. Did she forget to put her top back on? It seemed like an odd thing to forget. The woman was soon called and her shift began anew.

By the end of the night, Destiny found herself sprawled out on another table. Her attired had long since been ripped off. Her naked body was painted with the seeds of so many aliens. The events were mostly an incoherent blur. She remembered being called to a table and fucking a patron, then another and another. Eventually, she was on the table with two trains running taking turns fucking her throat and cunt.

The head slave was pressing buttons on a datapad as she regarded the soiled mess on the table. "Seems you have been growing more popular," she stated, "Your work is improving. But, you are forgetting to call your customers Master or Mistress. Do not forget what you are. You are a slave and you exist to service your owners. Do you understand?"

The next day, someone else was scheduled to dance. This allowed Destiny a bit more freedom while the show was going on. She could see Mercer as well as a few other regulars she had the pleasure of having before. The woman's body throbbed and ached as the drugs began their work on her.

This wasn't going to be easy. When she had tried to leave the brake room one of the slaves prevented her from going back out there, a simple comment really about being ready to work again got her questioning the rules. Something she had forgotten in her haste to receive those coordinates.

There was little she could have done as much as she wanted to scratch him off her list it would have to wait. As it was it was difficult, near impossible to get through the remainder of the day. Her mind numb with pleasure, the last booth she was called to had consisted of a large group of mercenaries or smugglers or even slavers. The exact occupation did not matter much for her work.

The group had pooled their money and had far more time booked with her not minding to share her among the group. She had only remembered bits and pieces of it. This was far more taxing then her time in the arena as it was one after another rather than just one opponent at a time.

Her numbers had to be high considering the last table alone that infused her with so much pleasure. Through the haze she was slow to comprehend the head slave's words. A part of her wished to deny the fact that she was a slave, that this was all for the sake of those coordinates. Yet to deny that while collared made no sense at all to her addled brain. She took that advice nodding displayed how sore she was, she definitely would need a bit of help in the showers later.

“Yes, thank you.” All she could do was work hard as not to fail this time around. Drugged with pleasure she was loopy but managed to make her way to the showers.

The following day she practiced her dancing a bit more before they opened but not long enough to be on stage when they first opened. Fortunately someone else would be beginning today. There was some danger in being on the floor since anyone could call upon her but after yesterday she did not get her chance to approach Mercer and had to take that risk now as another was onstage.

She saw Mercer, hesitated as she saw that rat creature again, almost as if drawn to him instead, then managed to struggle against that pull as she made her way towards Mercer. Disgust and pleasure hitting her in equal measure this time around.

“Fancy seeing you here again,” she grinned, her tone dipping a bit. Her eyes scanning down him, uncertain at having approached him all those past memories hitting her in addition to all the pleasure the drugs had been feeding her all the while. “Can I interest you in a bit of entertainment today Master?”

The impostor's eyes narrowed at Destiny's introduction. She was not the only one who had memories of their previous time together. "And why should I waste my time with an ungrateful whore like yourself, slut?" he growled, "You say my proper title but you do not mean it. Your lies stink. Disgusting little liar..."

First impressions mattered or at least that was what this shapeshifter was hinting after the abysmal performance so long ago. Of course, the alien knew his role in this. But, that did not mean he would just give in to these desperate efforts. No, he was going to make this girl realize her place one way or another.

Scorch had no confirmation and there was nothing in the rules that stated the contact would be willing to just give up the coordinates immediately. Serena hinted that it would require satisfying the patron but, she already knew how enduring these customers were. If the contact was Mercer, that grudge was going to make things difficult. How many opportunities will there be to approach this alien monster? It would not be long before the other patrons notice her and begin placing orders. When those start coming in, she would be forced to leave Mercer be until the next time she could approach again. She needed to convince him that she was worth his time and credits.

His words had been harsh, her mouth dropped open to retort but she captured herself from doing so. Knowing that she had her work cut out for her and considering that he had been nigh impossible to approach the other night she did not know when she would have another chance at this. If in fact Mercer had been the one with the information.

She was still conflicted about that. One it seemed quite likely that he would be the one seeing how she had not left last time on the best of terms. More to see how much she actually wanted this and made to endure a punishment of sorts. For the same reason it could have been someone else too, maybe someone that had been instructed to wait for her to make contact with the crime lord first before revealing those coordinates.

In any case she was uncertain and so had to approach everyone as if they were the one. He of course had been the hardest to approach, even on the way over she had looked for a distraction and nearly gave into it.

“Then let me be your whore,” she said dropping to her knees. Hands on his chest rubbing against him there. “Give me a chance to show you how grateful I can be, how I should have been last time Master.”

If not stopped she would rub her hands down his chest further glance up at him. Her eyes light brown as she built up a small charge, very small, in fact one she rarely used since it could do no harm. She had to be mindful not to harm patrons. Last time she would have loved to do that, this time too to a lesser degree. After two days of being drugged and pleasured she wasn't as focused on such and would have to keep herself in check.

“I can treat you well … if you would have me Master.” Hands moving toward his belt, eyes flicking up first before leaning forward. As fingers worked to unfasten his belt she took his zipper between her teeth slowly peeling it down. Loosening his pants just enough as she reached in to unleash him.

Her touch warm against that member, curling against that rod as warm breath roamed over the tip. A warm lick to that mushroomed tip then others against the sides. Using the warmth she generated to assist her here before turning her attention back to that tip lips parting to slowly take in that member as she stretched her lips around that tip before gulping him in deeply boobing her head back and forth sucking along the top and all she could draw in while her hand worked on the bottom half of that rod.

Scorch took initiative and did her best to entice her worst enemy. She pressed her face against his crotch, smelling his manhood as she pulled his zipper down and freed his long thick cock. It was as big as she remembered, perhaps even bigger. He was truly a monster as the human woman tasted that warm tip. Lips spread wide as she took in the monster's girth, feeling the throbbing length fill her mouth and press against her throat.

Mercer sneered in delight upon seeing the red haired woman gobbling down his throbbing rod. Scorch had to hurry, uncertain if or when she would be purchased. The alien male growled with pleasure as his hot meat swelled inside the woman's throat. Scorch may notice that doing this had gotten easier. Was this the result of her training? Was she just preparing for this moment? Pleasure rippled through her spine as the collar reinforced this proactive behavior that the mercenary had taken upon herself. The sweet taste of his precum soon touched her tongue as it drooled from that molten hot tip.

This act felt so good, placing aside her hatred and disdain as none of that mattered. She failed to consider her approach, at least now. Eyes glanced up, still that light brow coloration as she kept that charge from growing. She could be called away at any moment and did not wish to leave the task unfinished. If so that may promote him from getting time with her where she had a greater opportunity to discover if he indeed held the coordinates.

As it were that would have to wait for next time, bringing up such talk now would get him thinking that she was doing this for ulterior motives. She was, yet at the same time she wasn't either. The more the collar fed her the more difficult it became to think.

Even when she had been rewarded with that salty taste of precum she worked to hasten rather prolong his release. In a small moment of clarity it would be a step in the right direction. Reaching into his loosened pants one hand worked over his balls bringing that warm gentle touch against him while the other hand worked that shaft.

“Mmmm ...” she purred out around his member using the vibrations to stimulate that meat further, sealing her lips against that member as tight as she could giving him a tight suck and hoping to siphon that cum from him before she was called away.

Even if she was she doubted she could stop now, Mercer wouldn't allow her to walk away with the job unfinished, who would. So in such a case she would have to endure a small bit of pain, finish here and get back to him. Hopefully with any luck it would be later in the day but if she had to wait for the next day, or the day after that she would have no choice.

There was little she could do about the collar that had been feeding her mind with insane bliss. The sooner she had it removed the better not knowing what was next after she got those coordinates.

For all she knew she could be sent from club to club or made to do all manners of unusual things or even wait her until Serena got back. She was uncertain and had to make a snap decision a few days back.

For now she got caught up in the enjoyment she was doing taking in as much of that cock as possible, stroking the rest of it and fondling those balls at the same time hoping to get him off a bit faster.

The wolf like humanoid turned his attention back to the stage. Low growls sound his approval as the woman sucked away at the thick engorged spire. The shapeshifter took his time to savor this, scanning the woman's thoughts, seeking what drew the woman back after all this time. Before, Scorch did everything for Mercer in hopes of freeing her sister. Now, that sister was under the care of an even more powerful slaver.

There were many questions that the female mercenary had. What were the other trials going to be? How many more must she endure? There were also questions her clouded mind had not considered which would grow more apparent as time went by. The alien merely sneered, knowing just how much shit this bitch was going to get herself in soon enough.

Mercer's head reared back as he let forth a howl. Swell after swell rippled along the meaty shaft. Hot seed unleashed into Scorch's eager mouth, flooding her throat with thick white spunk. How much would this girl swallow if at all? The excess would paint the woman's face, neck, and chest; soaking her lovely features without any regard for the woman herself. As Scorch endured, she would hear the collar beep. The order was brief though as she immediately felt pleasure ripple through her thoughts. It seems Mercer would be her first customer afterall.

She swallowed down as much of that seed that she could, which had been quiet a bit seeing that he was the first today. Of course later on she would have trouble with the task. As she finished with that member she felt the collar go off. She had already settled on cleaning him up first before she left ready to endure the collar for a moment or two.

But pain did not come. Pleasure rippled through her as she licked up one side of that member and down the other before washing that tip with her tongue. When more pleasure hit her she had been dimly aware that Mercer had been the one that purchased her time which was great, she did not need to rush.

Further, she felt good rather then disgusted at doing this. Why had she been fighting coming over here the other day when she should have done this sooner? She couldn't remember why. If she thought hard enough she may have recalled but that was far from her mind.

Fighting the collar was no good, she had plenty of experience doing that last time. But giving in to the collar was almost as bad. Yet it felt so good.

Reaching back she took off her top wiping off her face before discarding that garment and easing those pants down further. Her own thoughts disjointed now. “I never got to thank you for what you did for my sister. You kept her out of that arena.”

Standing she removed her bottoms then climbed into his lap. With one hand she angled him against herself rubbing all over that tip, feeling her own excitement swell. She kept of hand on that spire of meat following it down as it traced over him with that warmth.

“Uhhh … f-fuck. S-So big.”

She worked her hips slowly at first unless he interrupted her. Her pace picking up in speed as her face buried itself in his neck licking and sucking against it as she rode him.

The collars tended to work best with prolonged use. This was why collars were not usually exchanged or replaced unless necessary. This was not just any slave collar but Scorch's slave collar. It had all the previous scans of her brain and nervous system from before and was continuing to manipulate those connections to best stimulate punishment and reward sensations. The woman was not aware of how much she was being trained and programmed. The mere thought of 'don't resist the collar' was becoming a programmed behavior in the woman's mind.

The shapeshifter found great pleasure in not only fucking this woman's body but her mind as well. He could sense her confusion and it was not long before the poor woman's mind grew too hazy to remember her purpose. He read further thoughts and memories about this Mercer fellow. The alien shapechanger did not have any feelings for the individual. He just found the form rather effective in breaking this particular woman. Of course, he took some personal liberties with the sexual details as Scorch did not know those. Surprisingly, Mercer never fucked this one. A wicked smirk came across the alien's lips as he wondered what would happen if she were to meet the real Mercer again.

Destiny was still thinking of her sister but she seemed to be seeing Mercer in a different light. The creature growled as the woman stripped. "I did and you despised me for my efforts back then. But, I think you would have been better serving me in my bed over and over again don't you think? I see how your look at me and I can smell your arousal from here."

Scorch struggled to take in the large hot meat. The shapeshifter made the cock have rough bumps all over in order to scratch those itches in all the right places. The tip parted those juicy netherlips and soon inch after inch filled the woman's depths. Her hand felt ahead, feeling just how much more there was to take in. The fake Mercer's chest rumbled with a low growl of approval. "Good girl... Relax, take it all in like the dirty slut you are..." The praise sent pleasure rippling through Scorch's being while obeying his commands added more fuel to the blazing fire inside her body.

When the human woman took all she could, Mercer's hips thrust upwards. The tip jammed against the entrance to the woman's womb. Clawed hands grabbed hold of Scorch's hips as his own began to pump rapidly. The rough bumps ground against her soft pink depths, churning her insides like warm butter. The woman could feel his arousal as his cock swelled and pulsed inside her tightening passage. "Nnngh... Grrrr... Where do you want it, slut?" He asked as his hot tip pounded away at Scorch's cervix, threatening to blow his load inside her womb. "How does it feel being fucked by the man you despised all this time? Tell me how wrong you were to defy me! Tell me how much you just wanted my giant cock inside your juicy cunt! Say it, slave!"

“Yes, Master,” she agreed to his statement before climbing into his lap. Taking him in took effort. Outside of the arena and her current work there were few times she had experienced such matters. To top it off he had both length and girth. Slowly her body swallowed his, walls stretched out to their limits, her hand feeling down the remainder of his length finding all those bumps rather than something that was smooth and sleek, bumps that generated even more pleasure as she took him in.

“Ahhh ...” she gasped, her bare chest rubbing against his clothes covered one, nipples teasing against him. While one hand remained on that shaft the other slid to that shirt unbuttoning it so as to make flesh on flesh contact with him.

Her collar rewarding her with a flood of pleasure that shot through him combining with those bumps that made her feel so good, the combination forcing her to climax before he was all the way in, juices washing over that incredible member. The distraction disrupted her pyrokinetic ability, her eyes resetting to blue.

She had to begin all over again, the only thing was that she couldn't. Her gift required concentration and ever other second it was being disrupted by the pleasure she felt as he began to move beneath him.

The collar continued to reward her as he seized her hips and thrusted inside her, her mind slow in comprehending that there was a question there having to think back on what he said first. Then there was another gasp that broke out in a series of gasps before she managed to catch her breath to respond.

Feeling the swell of that cock within her as he assailed her body while the collar hit her mind she hadn't long to answer. Where? She didn't have long to think of an answer.

“C-Cum on my face. I was w-wrong, Master. It feels w-wonderful. I-I should have … oh fuck … done it s-sooner. To show -AHH- my gratitude. I want it! I need your cock deep inside! I want your cum!” Her words reached her ears but it sounded as if someone else was speaking them as her body twitched and quiver caught up in the throes of another release.

His claw grabbed a handful of that long crimson hair. Scorch's head was yanked back and lips immediately smothered over her own. His large tongue forced into the mercenary's mouth and throat, slurping inside that deep embrace.

A loud muffled growl rippled through the kiss and vibrated down the woman's neck as those hips continued to thrust rapidly. Swells rippled through the engorged cock and unleased wave after wave of molten hot seed directly into the woman's womb. Scorch could feel her belly swell as she was filled beyond her limits. The warmth spread throughout the woman's being from the top of her head to the tips of those curling toes.

When the bliss finally passed, Mercer gazed into Scorch's eyes, admiring what this once rebellious spirit was reduced to. The alien monster was still hard and erect. Countless days of free service had done wonders for this shapeshifter's endurance. He sneered at that lost expression as he purchased more time for this one. The collar rewarded Destiny further as repeat customers meant more profit for the establishment.

Mercer rose to his feet, taking Destiny with him as he pushed the woman onto the table. "Oh we are not finished yet, slut," he growled, "I am going to fuck you all day and night until you can't remember why you ever fought me in the first place."

Clawed hands mashed and mauled the woman's breasts. His hips began pumping hard and fast, the table rattling from the force of his efforts. Claws teased over those erect peaks before Mercer leaned down and began to drag his long tongue between both breasts than over one of those tender teats.

Mercer's howls sound through the establishment as he ravaged the collared woman. Hot semen continued to fill that swollen womb as the excess slurped out around the thrusting cock. When it looked as if Scorch could take no more, the shapeshifter would pull out and rotate the table. What senses Destiny had left would experience Mercer's hot and sweaty balls rubbing against the woman's face. Sexual fluids soaked the sac as well as the monstrous shaft that sawed across the woman's lips.

The shapeshifter continued to watch the shows on stage as he continued soak Scorch in his musky stench. The collar beeped and fed the poor woman more blissful pleasures as he ordered more time. Was he really intending to keep her until closing?

Eventually, Mercer's presence faded and slaves would go to retrieve what remained of the crimson haired woman. If there was any sort of review by the head slave, Scorch most likely did not hear any of it as she dragged to the showers to be cleaned before she was dragged to the slave chamber.

The next night, Scorch was not dancing again. The moment she stepped out onto the floor, her collar beeped as she was immediately purchased. In the back booths, Mercer was there, waiting.

It surprised her being drawn into that kiss. Those thrusts still hammering up into her as that tongue swayed with her own. “Mmmmm ...” she moaned out against that invader kissing back with equal zeal as her tongue countered and twirled against his own.

Her body bloated with his release flowing into her, triggering another. Excess spilling out of her coating his thighs. Fed by that collar she vaguely had been aware of the beep indicating her time was requested. Placed on that table she heard the squelch of her body as he pressed into her again. And again. And again.

That color fed her mind. It was virtually blank by the time that table was rotated yet her body acted on instinct sucking and licking those balls and shaft. In the end she only had flashes of memory with being taken to the showers. She was out soon after sleeping and hazy when she woke.

Trying to remember the other day, recalling little. Was Mercer her only customer that day? She could not remember if she had been there from opening to close with him. Nor did she recount any other detail.

The next day she ached. That was the only thing that reminded her of the day before. The excess cum that had bloated her had been gone as if she was reset to appeal to the crowds but she found that she was not dancing at the start of the day, a good thing, seeing that muscles still ached and many were sore.

That collar went off again and she was directed to one of the back booths. Within minutes of opening she was summoned finding that it was Mercer again.

She greeted him with a smile. “Master ...” coming over to him as she warmed herself up knowing that once they got started her pyrokinesis was useless she built up a minute charge so that warm fingers caressed his flanks sweeping down his legs and headed toward his belt as she loosened it.

Forgetting why she had been here in the first place she had not bothered to ask if he came around often, nor if he had any coordinates … she did not know if he would keep her for the day again, yesterday was mostly a blur as she was ruled by her own pleasure. What she received and what the collar gave to her.

Muscles ached as she got down on her knees but the pleasure she felt had been better. A tongue skimmed over the tip of his phallus knowing full well that she had to get it ready. Warm hands traced down that shaft another fondled his balls. It had only been a single night, most of the time they had been apart was blank to her trying to recover her senses not that their time together had been remembered much other than the ache in her body.

There was a different ache there as she soon felt herself growing most as she worked. “I've missed you.” The words reached her ears as if spoken by someone else, lips stretching to their fullest as she took in the tip of him and what she could draw into her mouth and throat bobbing up and down that length without even realizing what she was doing as that collar only enhanced the moment.

Scorch was learning more and more about what it was like being a slave. Thinking back of her time before being a slave grew difficult. It was like a fog had masked all unimportant thoughts from her head. Trying to recall the night before only caused her body to ache. It was not a painful ache but an ache one received after a good long workout.

Other slaves walked out with the human woman. Each of them were not collared and yet they wore smiles as they eagerly sought out customers or passed out food and drink. What little she recalled of their conversations, they seemed to love talking about their work. Some described the wonderful cocks they tasted and fucked. Others seemed to compete, comparing number of patrons they satisfied. These girls did not seem to care about what happened outside the establishment unless it involved a visit from their Mistress.

It was so simple. Destiny did not have to think or worry about anything anymore. Her clothes, weapons, and ship were forgotten memories while her purpose of coming here continued to blur and become something else entirely. Go out onto the floor, tend to any patrons that call for you. Repeat over and over again until the night was over. Who would have thought doing this would feel so intoxicating?

The shapeshifter could sense Scorch's mental state. He made no efforts to nudge the woman, watching as the tame mercenary knelt and began slurping on that thick phallus. Even when soft, the thing was a beast to fit in her mouth. Feeling it throb and swell reminded the woman's body on what caused her to ache so deeply.

"Ohhh..." Mercer growled out a groan as he leaned back in his seat, "You are getting better slut. Keep this up and I may have to take you home with me. Wouldn't that be great?"

The alien creature let Scorch set the pace for now, allowing the woman to suck on his growing phallus. Heat soaked into his pulsing sac, producing another groan of pleasure. His cock swelled and grew hotter by the second. A clawed hand stroked Scorch's red hair before taking a tight hold. He howled as he released his hot load into the woman's hungry mouth.

"Hold it!" he commanded, "Don't swallow yet. Swish my seed inside your mouth. Keep doing it. Now, open your mouth and show me how much your slutty mouth is holding right now. Good girl... Swallow..." Each command rewarded Scorch for her obedience. The beast chuckled and pulled Scorch's face into his hot and sweaty crotch. "I bet you loved that, didn't you, you dirty slut?"

"Since I am such a kind Master, I shall allow you to play with yourself while you continue to worship my dirty cock. But, you are not allowed to cum until I have, do you understand?"