Was that even possible? If she had more time to process the matter she may have concluded that slaves were bought and sold all the time. But she was unable to see it all through beyond the moment finding herself agreeing, only looking towards the pleasure the moment brought.

“Yes, Master,” she agreed as she went to work doing what she could to enhance the performance so it was better than last time. Following his commands as she felt that gush explode inside her mouth. There was so much cum that her cheeks got puffy. Trying not to swallow was difficult because there was so much of it. She had to stop herself from doing what was natural or spitting the stuff out.

Breathing through her nose, she felt the stirring of a headache when she delayed, not out of any means of disobeying but in steadying herself to contain that load then bringing her tongue to play with it, mixing it up within her mouth before showing him how much seed she managed to contain in her mouth then swallowed it down.

The headache had been brief dissipating once she got started. Her head brought into that crotch, this time her tongue caressed the base and his balls as a single hand worked over that shaft.

“Yes. Thank you Master.” She went to work with lips and tongue focusing on the crown of his shaft. Hot moans and whimpers washed over it as one hand worked his shaft and the other teased her own sex. Her pussy growing moist, nipples and clit swollen with blood.

It was sheer torture but she learned not to push herself too close from the start. Her fingers felt good, the collar enhanced her obedience and made her feel better. She had to pace herself well, something she realized when she nearly came. Her belly tensing up, her fingers stopping, her breathing heavy. She had to brace against these sensations before beginning again slowly, the slurping of her fingers as two of them vanished into her sex, paused then began a new.

If her mouth was not occupied she would have been pleading. With the collar she was not made to endure her own bliss. She could not go all out on herself in fear of cumming but the more she obeyed the greater pleasures that were visited upon her.

She wiggled her hips from side to side. Eyes glistening with unspilled tears as she struggled to hold back. It hurt to hold herself in cheek but felt so good at the same time. She had to stop playing with herself for the task to be possible. She needed both hands to use her tits against that cock any way and could not do both at the same time any way and shifted to do that standing up higher on her knees as she scooted closer wrapping those orbs around him as her lips tackled the tip.

Even this would only delay the inevitable. Her eyes faded back to blue unable to retain concentration on her ability as she shifted it all into not cumming and by those gurgled sounds spilling from her throat she was awfully close to reaching her limits.

Agonizing tension wound up inside the woman's quivering core. Every stroke across those glistening netherlips sent wondrous pleasure rippling up her juicy depths. Muscles tensed almost immediately, leaving Scorch struggling to keep the growing orgasm at bay. Stopping herself and resisting the urge to cum only brought more pleasure echoing inside her core. It was pure erotic insanity as every lick on Mercer's monstrous cock sent shudders of pure glee up her spine and bubbling inside her head.

Scorch's powers faded from her as concentration broke. The woman pressed her breasts around the thick throbbing rod. It felt hot within her cleavage as her lips nibbled and kissed the tip. She could taste the man's salty precum as the rod twitched and shuddered between her breasts. Mercer's growling groans gave sign of Scorch's progress. Just a bit more and she would be allowed to cum with her Master.

The shapeshifter's hips drew back, pulling the tip free from the woman's lips. The shaft jolted against Scorch's chest as his hot load blew all over the woman's face. Pleasure rippled through her thoughts as her face was soaked in the essence of her owner, finally allowing the woman the bliss she desired this whole time.

Mercer sat up and turned Scorch around. He bent her over the table and immediately drilled his engorged meat right into those still shuddering depths. The shapeshifter altered the texture of his phallus, the rough bumps sawing right across the woman's g-spot with every thrust. The slurp of Scorch's juices around his cock was as musical as the cries of bliss that left the woman's lungs. Mercer's hips slammed against that tight ass, ramming his meat as hard and as deep as possible. Her belly bulged with each thrust, showing how far that molten was pushing against her tender walls. Scorch's night of fucking had begun once more.

She could taste the hint of that precum as that member throbbed against her chest. Excited she attacked that phallus quicker, eager to get it to explode knowing that she would be allowed to cum then. It was dangerous given the pleasure she felt from the collar that responded to this zeal.

At her wit's end she had half a second to be alarmed as he pulled back thinking that he was going to pull away. A moment later she felt a hot blast to her face that drizzled down to her chest. Her left eye stung some as she was unable to get it closed in time but that paled in comparison to the immense pleasure that rippled through her.

“AAAIIIEEE!!!” Hit with the strongest orgasm she had felt Scorch was not aloud to ride it out pulled up to her feet in that afterglow and pressed down to the table her nostrils full of the scent of sex, her breasts pressed down to that table.

Wasting no time that meat pressed inside her triggering another release as if it were the after shock of the first. The sound of her sex being filled, muscles wrapped around him squeezing that shaft that eagerly pressed inside her.

She could feel her belly growing and disappearing with each thrust.

“Oh god!!! AHHH!!!” She cried out, gazing back at him over her shoulder. Her left eye pressed closed to alleviate that stinging sensation. Her face covered in the alien's spunk. She had forgotten why she was her instead tossing herself into her work pressing her ass back as he took her. Shuffling her hips from side to side as she did so in order to give back some of what she received since with the collar she could not hope to give back the same pleasure she received.

Her tactics shifted, if they could be deemed that in the first place since the tactics involved around pleasure. Hers and his. “F-Fuck me h-harder! Oh yes! L-Like that!”

Her day was just beginning and through the efforts of that cock she felt another three orgasms in rapid succession. She lost track at the official number by the time she was left gasping against that table top unsure if it had ended or if she was being given a breather. Feeling all the juices rolling down her thighs she felt like jelly as she laid there.

"Yes! You dirty slut! You love being fucked by cocks!" Mercer growled before roaring, "Take my seed, you whore!"

Another molten load unleashed inside Scorch's womb. The human mercenary could feel her womb swelling with the sheer amount of alien spunk filling her being. The excess oozed out around the hilted phallus, drooling onto the table in an ever growing puddle.

Mercer pulled out with a loud wet slurp. Scorch's vision blurred as the world spun as the table was rotated. The woman knew the routine as the alien's cock and balls were pressed onto her face, soaking in both their sexual fluids. But, Mercer had more in mind as he called for more paying customers to start a train on the woman's abused sex. Soon, cocks and tentacles plunged in and out of her tenderized depths, filling her with more and more alien spunk only for it to drool out of her twitching entrance until another cock plugged the hole.

Time and reality lost all meaning. Pleasure wracked the helpless woman's mind, body, and soul as she was reduced to a mere sex doll for these patrons to enjoy. It was unknown when and how long she blacked out but reality only greeted her with another fresh cock until the night's end.

But, there were no women coming to take Destiny away this time. No head slave reviewing her performance. There was only darkness as the exhausted woman was allowed to rest. It was unknown how long she was out for but when she did finally come to, she found herself back on her ship.

The ship's systems were online and she could see that the ship was moving through the depths of space. Heated tingly sensations welcomed Scorch's psyche. It seemed to come in pulsing waves, steadily thrumming away at her engorged peaks and clitoris. Looking down revealed strange metallic pads over both nipples and areola while another was sealed over her exposed pearl. From how moist she was, these devices have been working her body all while she was unconscious, steadily stimulating her erogenous zones to keep her ripe and ready.

That was not the only things on Scorch's body. Various sashes and jewelry accessorized her nude form like some sort of harem slave. As Scorch tried to figure out what was going on, a nearby console flashed on. Serena was on screen as she smiled knowingly. "You did it, sister," she said with a soft purr, "You satisfied your Master and you are on your way to the coordinates he provided. Of course, transportation would have to be handled for you. You wandering alone and collared would be no fun for anyone. Now, your task will involve working on that endurance and discipline of yours. It may be simpler than your previous task for you. All you have to do is not orgasm until you reach your next destination. I know someone as uptight as you will love getting some much needed rest. I look forward to seeing you again, sister. Until your next trial... Bye bye..."

The console turned off as a familiar giggle came from the pilot's seat. The chair turned, revealing Krisna. The blue haired woman had her legs crossed, covering her sex while her breasts remained bare. The woman was not wearing any clothes at all as she smiled at Destiny. "You did it, Dessy! I knew you could do it! It will take a few days before we arrive at the coordinates. I've missed you sooooo much, Dessy!" The bubbly cheerful woman hopped out of the chair and pressed up against Scorch. She kissed the woman on the lips as hands stroked up and down the woman's arms.

"Happy to see me?" she asked.

That table rotated and she had a hard cock in her face before long. Her body responded on it's own knowing what was required of her now. That collar clouding her senses as time and time again she was filled by cocks or tentacles. She felt juices pooling around her legs on the table from all that cum her body failed to contain.

Orgasms hit her in waves practically one on top of the other. She faded in and out sucking on whatever cock or tentacle had been presented to her at the time while pressing back to accept whatever had been in her at the time. When darkness took her it wasn't a restful sleep as she bucked and sucked in her sleep or perhaps she was still doing so while unconscious.

Then true darkness set in. She had not felt herself being moved. When she woke at last she had been confused with the attire she had on. Were these the jewels she had brought to the club? No, they weren't she concluded. In addition the collar was still present along with the strange metals pads. She felt good and ached at the same time. She had been cleaned up outside of her recent arousal that had to have been going on all the while she slept.

It took her some time to realize that this was her ship. Her mind too foggy to remember that 92 was left behind and she had no co-pilot. Her attention was drawn to the console as it came to life seeing her older sister and recalling why she had come here in the first place. Did she get the coordinates? If so she did not remember as it was all a haze.

Her sister confirmed that she had gotten those coordinates and supplied her with some additional information. “Wait! What happens if I -” the transmission was cut. Her mind scarcely could work out those details before her attention was claimed again.

Krissy? Her rattled mind attempted to make sense of it all. Had she come to pick her up? She recalled mentioning visiting her sister but never said where. She wouldn't put it past the time traveler to know, that ONMI tool of hers had so many functions that she did not understand … but she did not see it … Krissy was naked and wasn't no time in hopping forth to embrace her.

This was bad. It was good but bad at the same time. Her lips taken and she felt herself kissing back at as that touch traced over her. “Yes,” she answered still confused about things. If Krissy was here where was Sky? That did not matter. Foggy she shook all these little concerns away.

A few days without orgasms and Krissy here. She was naive at times and as much as she loved her there were moments where she was impulsive. It would not be easy keeping her at bay and at the same time she tended to dominate Krissy but that still didn't keep her from initiating things often.

“But I've haven't done anything yet. You heard that message right?” Now the challenge would be resisting long enough to get to their destination. On top of that keeping Krissy occupied until they reached it. The first day, maybe but she knew if she slept she would be vulnerable. But she would need some well needed rest.

She had to play this by ear not knowing the consequences of failure but unable to rest at the same time. Holding her arms weakly to keep her at bay she stood working Krissy back to the chair to sit her back down then knelt herself.

Fingers swept down her body from the collar bone, curling over her breasts then roaming to her flanks. She went slow not knowing how the collar would react. She wasn't under any commands other than Serena's but would it work to heighten her pleasure if she tried to deny her own? And would it punish her if she did cum? And if so for how long? Her mind was slow to comprehend the latest dilemma as she was about to find out as she eased those legs apart leaning forward to streak her tongue around that labia reaching in as she built up a minor charge of warm to find her clit rubbing it back and forth slowly as she used her tongue to lick and tease.

The shock and confusion was expected. Rather than analyze the situation, Scorch sought to justify it, perhaps hoping that this was reality. That just made the shapeshifter's job easier. He only knew of Krisna from this woman's thoughts which was thankfully more than enough. Much of it was hard to believe. A time traveler? He found that hard to believe. But, there were still many questions though some were most likely answered through this cyan haired woman's odd behavior.

Scorch felt pleasure when she gave her simple answer to Krisna's question. The collar was still active and it was responding to Krisna's commands? Was this collar active for everyone? If that were true, it could be impossible for Scorch to travel alone as it would only take a single command to stop her. The collar reacted to actual conscious resistance so failing to resist due to overwhelming stimulation was fine. But, she would no doubt feel good trying to endure through the whole thing in a never ending cycle of erotic madness. There was also the matter of what would really happen if she were to cum. Would the collar detect that? The only witness was Krisna here. Why was Krisna here?

"Oh Dessy, what do you mean you haven't done anything?" the bubbly woman giggled, "You did many things, some more than once. Some many more times."

Scorch tried to push Krisna away only to have her wrists grabbed and pushed back down onto the hard floor. The blue haired woman gazed down at the other woman as she remained on stop. "Uh uhh," she sounds, "I like you right here." Krisna's breasts pressed against the other woman's. As nipples touched the strange metallic pads, their steady thrumming suddenly intensified. "These pads are amazing! They react to physical contact whether it is your own hands or any part of my body!"

As Krisna remained pressed on top of the other woman, she used her knee to part the woman's thighs. Her thigh began to slide over Destiny's netherlips, grazing over the metallic pad over her helpless pearl. The intense humming vibrations rippled inside the bundle of nerves. Pulse after pulse of erotic bliss threatened to overwhelm the red haired mercenary. Little did Scorch know that the pads were programmed to hold a person at the edge of orgasm and required some other push to finally achieve that wondrous bliss.

"Mmm..." Krisna licked Scorch's neck, "This trip is going to be so much fun!"

Her mind failed to question this reality efficiently. It was all a confusing mess to her as Krissy's nonchalance feelings about sex and sexuality came off. It was part of her naive nature that tended to get her into dangerous situations without realizing it.

Rather than being incensed about the club and what happened it did not strike her as odd that she saw nothing to it. Kept in place, her wrists held she felt that spark of contact with the metallic pads on her breasts that shot a shock wave of bliss through her. She gasped, that bare act alone should have pressed her over the edge already, yet something in her mind prevent that from occurring …

Was Krissy giving her the commands now? Were these things responsible in preventing her orgasm? Where they some future tech that she had? Krissy had a way with toys, she had heard of that infamous incident with that dildo back on Antares base and there were several other mishaps with her toys. Had these been more of them?

She shuddered with the contact to the other pad. “F-Fun???” She repeated, nervous knowing about all these mishaps, yet thrilled at the same time too. Knowing that this situation was bad. She seemed stronger now. Leverage she guessed since Krissy was standing above her but she found it impossible to pull away.

[color=#FF0000] “L-Let me taste you,” she managed weakly, her breathing labored, the effort a last ditch one as panic set in. There were just too many variables here, too many unknowns but something told her from the little she had to go on that this was going to end up as badly as another few days in that club.

Even if she managed to delay things a little she could not hope to do so for long. Her only chance was to overwhelm Krissy, that was about the only means that she was going to get any rest here.

It was less a mental block and more the sensors detecting the impending orgasm and adjusting the frequency of the vibrations to be far less devastating. It was cruel tease but it left Scorch in her currently vulnerable state. Would she break before even the first day passes?

Krisna giggled in amusement. "Oh, you do not give orders, slave," she purred, lips just short of making contact with Destiny's as warm breaths caressed them with every spoken word, "I am in control here. If you are going to ask something of me, you best ask nicely, properly. But don't forget, if you cum, you lose. Though, I guess that is less important to you now."

The woman sat up and pressed a few keys on a console. Multiple screens flashed on, revealing footage of Scorch's time at the establishment. There was footage of dancing on stage and begging to be fucked hard by Mercer. The cockpit was soon filled the sounds of sex and Destiny's groans of passion and bliss. "They told me that you stopped looking for the coordinates," Krisna said with a smile, "I can see why. Looks like you were having the time of your life. Tell me, what did you think of your time there? No lying now."

Krisna's body swayed back and forth as she looked down at the quivering redhead. She was still as bubbly as ever. But, there was a hint of malace in those glimmering eyes as she smirked knowingly at Scorch.

And that was one of those naive things she could see Krissy getting immersed into the scenario seeing it as a bit of a game and she did, her words alone told her that. That warm breath on her lips felt good for the few seconds that it had lingered there reestablishing what she had been missing all along.

She shuddered feeling the vibrations shift keeping her aroused but altering there course before that big moment. From the state she woke in they functioned even when she had been unconscious so there was no escape. Just enduring, or trying too. Numerous consoles were turned on causing the audio to blend together.

Moans, cries and pleas. It was difficult paying attention to any one thing. It was more intense then the time she showed Krissy some of the vids of her in the arena. These were coming from all over the place bombarding her senses as she tried to focus.

Words catching her attention as the question was posed to her. For a moment she thought back on her experiences attempting to recall them all, capturing that moment. There was a warning headache telling her she was taking too long, telling her that the collar saw Krisna as her new Mistress.

This was more than a game, and by the looks of it she was enjoying this. There seemed to be something darker in those eyes. She chalked that up to knowing just what effects the collar and these metal devices did.

“I … I went to g-get the coordinates … I began to f-forget why I was there. The collar … it felt good … better than the arena. S-So much pleasure. Overwhelming at times. I-I got l-lost in it.” The arena was a bit different, not every encounter was pleasant depending on the adversary.

That was something she could not say about the club though. Encounters that she did not look forward too ended up pleasing her well beyond her expectations. And such encounters one after another soon left her hazy and ultimately not remembering what she was doing only feeding her own pleasure as if it were an addiction.

“It … It … felt good.” She had been at a loss to explain how intoxicating the drug was.

“I-I choose it.”She admitted. “It was the only way.”

"The only way? No no no... Silly Dessy," Krisna said in her bubbly voice, "You always had a choice else you could never choose one over the other. You chose to keep working there. You chose to keep fucking without ever searching for the answer. If Mercer never carried you to me, would you have cared? Would you have cared that you would never see your sister again?"

Every truthful answer was rewarded by the collar. Krisna sat beside Scorch's shuddering body. Two fingers curled into the woman's dripping depths. Her thumb stroked slow circles over the device covering the woman's aching pearl, increasing it's intensity once more. "Oh Dessy, your cunt is practically sucking on my fingers. I can hear your juices squishing as I move inside you." With pinpoint precision, those fingers zeroed in on Scorch's g-spot. The strokes were agonizingly slow, ensuring more fuel was added the fire but never allowing release. The shapeshifter had no intention of letting it end so easily. No, he wanted to see this woman break and beg for it.

"So it was better than the arena?" Krisna asked, "How? What parts did you enjoy, hmm? Tell me every juicy detail, Dessy!"

She was in agony, a blissful agony of pleasure that heated her body in another way apart from her own ability. She shuddered and gasped as that collar added pleasure to the mix and the metal vibrating plates denied that release. Her hesitation wasn't out of a refusal to answer but in order to comprehend the question first. Then cut through that haze to gather an answer to made sense and wasn't complete gibberish.

Leave it to Krissy to simplify things. She could have walked away, could have attempted to locate Serena by other means but shades of Mercer greeted her thoughts, of being caught in the act making things worse. With Mercer, however, she was trying to free her sister from his clutches. Even so things may have been perceived in such a way had she not placed that collar on.

The headache pulsed then subsided as she answered feeling good as she did so. “T-The best way. Oh!” Pleasure began swirling through her brain shooting through the rest of her body as those chemicals were stimulated.

“It was g-getting h-hard to think. I don't think I w-would have remembered w-what I was doing. T-The collar … it … it made m-me forget -AH-”

Those fingers zeroed in on those special places causing her to convulse around them and quiver. The vibrations of that metal plate felt stronger as it was pressed against her clit. Those fingers alone on their initial push would have normally set her off. She felt stretched like an elastic right before it snapped feeling so good in the process but prevented from braking.

Hips began moving on their own accord back and forth to get more, a subconscious act on her part. Another question, a comparison. What she disliked about one and liked about the other. She preferred feeling those fingers but knew she had little choice but answer the question.

“There was p-pain in the arena. F-From the fight itself, s-sometimes from the a-act … none of that at the c-club. J-Just pleasure. Y-Your fingers! AHHH!!! M-More!”

"Oh you want more, Dessy?" Krisna purred, "But, what about your sister? If I make you cum, you lose. That is the game. But, you can't help yourself can you? Your cunt is sucking on my fingers. I stopped moving my fingers and your hips are still thrusting like a dirty slut. If you really want to give up and cum, there is nothing stopping you. You just have to do this..."

The cyan haired woman took Scorch's hand and guided it down to those twitching hips. She pressed the mercenary's hand and fingers against the pad covering that pulsing pearl. "Just rub here and bring those fingers to here," she said softly as she guided those fingers to the drenched netherlips of Destiny's, "I am sure you know what to do next. Or do you need something... bigger? I can get one of your toys for you, Dessy. Or would you like me to call Mercer?"

Krisna rose to her feet. Hips swayed as she walked back to her chair and sat down. She crossed her legs as she watched Scorch struggle. Would the woman succumb here and now or would the mercenary continue to fight her desperate needs in order to see Serena again?

Remove the pad? Was it that simple? Her hand rested on the vibrating metal. It felt good stimulating her, it would feel even better if she could just cum. Taking it off would allow her to to so but Krissy's words refocused her. Serena's name cut through that haze as she was reminded what she did this for.

She could give up right now invalidating all she did to get to this point. “N-NO … c-can't help it,” she gasped shaking her head.

Or was the combination of using her fingers and rubbing the pad effective? She was unsure as she gazed at Krissy as she walked away. Palms pressed to the floor, that feeling of emptiness had been there as she shuddered looking straight ahead at her.

“N-N-No … Krissy … a-always Krissy. T-Toys … just don't m-make me cum ...” she pleaded crawling forth as she did so keeping her focus on the blue haired girl as her nethers dripped with need and arousal.

Of course, the pads were not so easily removed. Krisna was hinting at masturbation to achieve release. The devices merely adjusted their own output and could do nothing about other outside sources of stimulation. The ship was filled with Scorch's moans and pleas for more sex as the consoles and monitors continued to play all the recorded footage from Vespira's club. Krisna smirked as she watched Destiny crawl on her hands and knees towards her.

"Uhh uh, uhh uh..." she giggled as a single bare foot pressed against Scorch's face, stopping the woman's approach, "That is not how you get things here. Mistress Vessy says you have been a bad girl. Bad girls do not get treats." Her foot lifted and then pressed downwards on Scorch's head, forcing the woman's forehead to press against the floor. "That's better. Now, beg... Beg and I may let you start licking my feet. Oh! This is so much fun! We should have done this much sooner, Dessy!"

She had been uncertain as to where Krissy was getting this behavior from. Part of it was from her own dominance that never went this far but when she indicated that she had known Vespira and had been at the club before. If so she never mentioned it, not that it was in Krissy's personality to think much of such a place. Besides she was a time traveler with interest in species and cultures she had no information on so what better way to collect data on species then by going to places that many came to.

All in all her exposure to places like this made more sense to that behavior now. Among all the moans from the various reaching her ears she had been focused on Krissy's words, focused on obeying the collar as her head was forced down to the floor of the vessel.

She shivered feeling those plants working to deny her release time and time again as her body was pushed to the brink over and over again. It was like being in the club all over again experiencing all this bliss but unable to achieve that ultimate reward, the reward that the collar had been blocked in giving her.

“Please … Krissy ...” her voice meek at first cut off by a moan. She barely got enough air into her lungs before she tried again, only louder now. “L-Let me show you -AHHH- that I can be a good girl. L-Let me worship your feet. OHHHHH!!!! PLEASE KRISSY!!!”

Hands loosely went to her ankles of her nearest root, rubbing her index fingers against the ankle itself but trying to exert control in not bringing that foot any closer, not until permission was given.