"That's Mistress Krissy to you!" The bubbly girl said sternly, "Now, try again. No wonder Vessy is mad at you. You seem to forget every lesson after you finish."

Once Scorch begged with Krissy self given title, the cute petite woman extended a leg towards the pleading woman. Pleasure rippled through the woman's body, the collar rewarding her efforts of both obeying Krisna and resisting her need to cum in the ever insane cycle of tension and reward. With one foot presented, Destiny was allowed to worship the feet of her lover. Even with the changes in behavior, Scorch seemed to cling to the idea that nothing was wrong. Krissy sneered down at the woman, the shapeshifter pleased to find this woman was coming along nicely.

She had not forgotten, it was more being outside of the atmosphere of the club where she did not think she had to use the term, Krissy wasn't a client. Yet the collar made no distinction with her as far as her orders had been concerned. She did not analyze the matter any further.

“Yes, Mistress. Forgive me Mistress Krissy. A-Allow me to please you.” Her tongue licked the side of that foot then the other before starting on the toes tending to each. Sucking on the big toe, swishing her tongue between each then progressing to the next suckling it in turn.

The pleasure continued to flow through her, greater now with the addition of the collar. All that mattered in short order was doing a good job. When she finished with the first foot she moved on to the second except she lifted it up off the floor. Unable to draw upon her abilities due to that constant distraction she instead brought the tip of her tongue along the bottom of her foot then back long it doing the top next.

Getting back to the first foot she did the same with it now, blue eyes flicking up, whimpering between licks as her body convulsed in this torturous agony that had been set.

There was little she could do about the pressure she felt. She continued feeling so good making no move to stop until commanded in doing so as she struggled against those urges that washed over her.

"Aww... You are whimpering like a puppy," Krisna giggled in amusement, "How adorable!"

The shapeshifter enjoyed feeling the woman's inner struggles. Her resistance was obeying Serena's commands which only made it harder and harder for the woman's body to obey. But at long as the woman made an effort to resist her climax, the collar thought she was obeying and increasing the mental stimulation more and more. She was in an never ending battle between her body and mind, which will break first?

Every slow lick sent shudders up Scorch's loins as tension bubbled and melted inside her core. Nibbling on those toes sent a dizzying array of sensations directly into the pleasure centers of her brain. "You are such a good pet, Dessy!" Krisna praised, "Time for your prize!" The woman spread her thighs slowly, revealing those glistening netherlips. "You want this, right? Come and get it!"

As Scorch moved in to take Krisna, the blue haired woman's big toe pressed against the pad over the woman's engorged clitoris. The pad buzzed as it suddenly surged to the maximum setting but still maintaining the restriction of not sending the poor woman over the edge. Krisna would try to grab Scorch's wrists to prevent the mercenary from finishing herself off should her mind snap. Krisna's giggling echoed inside Scorch's skull as the pad sent surge after surge of rapture straight into the swollen bulb of nerves.

The two devices worked like a metronome clashing against each other and reversing that momentum. She got close, then snap back with that pressure letting up just enough while that collar flooded her mind with pleasure from compliance. Between the two devices her mind had been unraveling.

She obeyed out of habit. There may have been some confusion initially, part of her considered how to make this situation more bearable for her but once she realized that the collar as still at work she recognized the situation for what it was. Serena had not finished with her game and she had no need to think beyond that state finding herself enduring this bliss.

“AHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHH!!!” The pad pressed against her thrumming against her clit but release did not yet come. Juices flowed down her thighs making a mess of the deck. Her eyes flooded, she reached up to grasp those hips to get a steady hold only finding that her wrists had been grasp to prevent her from moving any further she surmised.

It wasn't important as she drew herself up higher on her knees, her tongue going to work now. It was hard work, not because she resisted what she was doing only because it was harder to breath giving all the gasps and whimpers that spilled out of her trembling body.

Her mind was already foggy but it would be her body that gave out first against the waves of pleasure and denial that she was feeling.

With her tongue she licked about her labia then brushed over that clit, teasing it into making an appearance. Eyes flicked up, a pause followed by a low moan and a gulp of air before teasing that slit bringing her tongue inside her slowly at first to savior that taste then quicker as he head bobbed back and forth.

Krisna moaned as Destiny's tongue tasted those glistening netherlips. The woman's insides wrapped around the woman's tongue, sucking it in deeper as the red haired mercenary began eating out her lover and mistress. The taste of those musky juices were the only other thing to focus on besides the endless waves of bliss shooting through the woman's core.

Krisna's toe continued to press and rub the metal pad, sending pure stimulation directly into the rapidly pulsing pearl. "Ohhhh..." the woman's moans grew louder as she cried out, "Yesss! Yesss! Eat me you slut! Aiiiiiieeeee!"

The blue haired woman came all over Scorch's face. The woman did not even seem winded as she giggled with delight and pushed Scorch down onto the hard floor once more. The bubbly mistress crawled on top of the other woman's face and turned to face the rest of Destiny's trembling form. Scorch's face was smothered in Krisna's juicy sex while she bent over to nuzzle Scorch's. The petite woman's body pressed over the pads covering the mercenary's breasts, setting them to maximum thanks to the physical contact while her lips and tongue teased the pad covering the woman's clitoris.

Between sucking licks, Krisna would giggle and blow soft breaths at the drooling netherlips, admiring how flushed and parted they were from so much intense stimulation. The blue haired woman continued to taunt and tease while drenching Scorch in never ending tension and denial. It was not until Krisna came twice more from Scorch's cunnilingus that the woman finally rise to her feet, standing over the shuddering remains that was Destiny.

"That was a good warm up, Dessy," Krisna cheered, "Can't wait to see how you handle tomorrow. Sleep well and remember what your sis told you."

Scorch was left there on the floor with all the monitors still playing on loop. Her sweating and twitching form only had the sound of her own moans and pleas for release as company. The pads and collar continued their insidious work. The pads were back to their original setting though the damage had been done already. Scorch's hands were free and could give herself that final nudge into bliss if she so desired. How many days of this would she have to go through before arriving at the next set of coordinates?

That was something that Krissy would not have said but her mind was so far gone at that stage that she had not noticed or would have made some excuse that made sense such as her getting into character. She feasted as the collar and pads went to work on her, muscles flowing over her tongue as she ate only to be pushed away again when she felt those folds tighten further against her.

On her back, starry eyed she didn't have much of a break feeling the pads on her breasts flare up as weight was pressed down on her screaming out in pleasure, which was unlike her, she wasn't much of a screamer but more a moaner. Then those sounds were muffled as she went to work with her tongue, licking about that labia, flicking it over that clit and sucking against her pussy as she latched on to her legs just beneath her ass.

Wonderful, so wonderful, the eternal storm raced over her again and again. The tension felt painful as she felt backed up like squeezing a garden hose, the water built and built only to rush forth once it had been released except that in her case it was never released.

Her body squirmed against that attention, her hips lifted up for more as she shuddered and cried out against that snatch not even aware of what she was doing, just a slave to her pleasure.

In the end she heard words only really hearing two. Tomorrow and sister. Her eyes glazed over, she laid their as those pads reset themselves to their initial settings keeping her on that brink. She gasped too exhausted to even touch herself but driven to it at the same time.

Foggy, it was not long before these tensions did enough to her psyche that she past out. For how long she could not say. Her dreams where full of memories at what they just done, the club, the arena and other events all looping back on one another.

At some point she had to be touching herself in her sleep when she regained strength. Sleep did not really afford her much rest. She did recover her movement but the constant pleasure kept her both addled and wanting.

Was she seeing her sister today or did she get things mixed up? Some rest gave her some coherency but she was still confused as she woke in absolute bliss attempting to make sense of her surroundings.

Days passed in a sexual haze of utter insanity. Some days, Krisna was tormenting her lover while others were Mercer offering his thick cock for Scorch to suck and gobble upon. They stimulated the pads again and again, eroding the poor mercenary's mind before leaving her a quivering mess on the floor. The monitors continued to play the recordings time and time again, showing a side of the fiery haired woman that she never knew of.

Scorch was shaken awake by the sound of the ship docking with a large cruiser. Was this Vespira's ship? Did she finally make it? There was no sign of Krisna as Mercer attached a leash to Scorch's collar. He ordered her to crawl as she was led on board.

In Vespira's chamber, the Gorgonian sat on her coils as she waited patiently. Sashes of fine cloths and jewelry of finer metals adorned her glimmering body. "Ssseems your sissster has arrived," the serpent hissed, "I do hope your little game bears fruit, Sserena. I do not like my time wassted."

It was rare for any slave to get this much control over such an event. Serena was given free reign to dress for this occasion. Despite her threat, Vespira was pleased in Serena's initiative. The fact the human woman went this far and used her own sister like this was above and beyond the Gorgonian's expectations.

Vespira did not rise as the doors hissed open and the shapeshifter entered with Scorch on a collar and leash. She allowed Serena to take over from here, letting the sister approach and handle this matter how she planned. Serena would see what remained of Destiny. The fiery haired woman was wracked with tension and need. The pads and collar continued to torment her and ebb away what sense and sanity remained in that lost little head of hers. Vespira watched intently to see what her precious pet would do next.

Things had not made sense. She didn't know if she were dreaming or not when she woke sometimes it was Krissy, at others it was Mercer. Was she still at the club? She heard the moans and other sounds of pleasure from the monitors and while kept in this haze of bliss she found herself submitting to everything that she was subjective to enduring that wonderful pleasure that wracked her body.

Slurping down that cock, feasting on that pussy, it was all a blur. Before she would blank out events she was reminded about her sister, doing what she said. Only thing was that she struggled to remember, had to be reminded not to cum. She wanted to so much yet that little reminder told her what she was enduring this for.

Everything was blurring together. She did not know if she was dreaming Krissy being here or if Mercer was the dream. When the ship jolted and she woke she was leashed and was lead by Mercer, this time it had been him. Had they arrived at their destination or was there something further? Crawling behind Mercer she was lead to a chamber, her body still being wracked with jolts of pleasure that forever denied her release.

At first she had not even recognized her sister, not until she heard that voice that triggered something in her addled brain.

“You finally arrived! You did it!” Serena approached with a grin. /tucking a hand beneath her chin and lifting it they locked eyes. She repeated those words, more or less slowly comprehending them.

“Well, not quite.” Serena smirked and glanced back to her Mistress. “We have to see how well you've been trained. Why don't you blow Mercer, sis, you always spoke about blowing him away, didn't you?”

“Y-Yes,” she answered. Without a pistol and unable to charge up her gift due to the constant stimulation the days spent watching those monitors as Serena instructed the shape shifter to play had her interpret those words in another way.

Scorch shifted on her knees, hands reaching out to run against the crotch of Mercer's pants before getting that juicy member out and giving it a lick on one side then the other before licking about that tip before guiding it into her mouth as she consumed as much of that meat as possible.

Serena played her part perfectly. There was no hesitation as Serena showed her sister her proper place before alien serpent. Scorch seemed to be completely lost and unable to process what was happening around her. Vespira smirked as her precious pet looked back for approval. The pet certainly earned it as she commanded her own sister to give her worst enemy a blowjob.

There was no confusion on Scorch's part, knowing exactly what sexual meaning her sister had in mind. Mercer grinned as he watched the woman free his long thick trunk. Warm lips and tongue worshipped the musky phallus. Destiny guided the hot meat into her tight throat. After several days of sex, the mercenary woman was becoming a natural in performing these lewd acts. Mercer let forth a satisfied growl as he felt his cock spreading the woman's throat wider and pushing in deeper. Scorch was blocking her own air ways before finally drawing back to repeat the process all over again.

Vespira watched the events unfold. The once reluctant mercenary seemed to be lacking any inhibitions. The collar was still stimulating the woman for her obedience while those metallic pads added to the erotic agony. It would be up to Serena to decide when to remove those devices and how to finish off this desperate whore that was once her sister. In the meantime, Vespira did not need to lift a finger. Her own cock throbbed gently inside her sheathe as she found the whole scene very appealing.

“That's it, take that cock like a champ.”

Serena got out of the was to provide her Mistress a better view as she stood behind her sister stroking that long red hair as her head gobbled up that meat. Her tongue swirled about that rod as she sucked, lips tightening against Mercer as she drew him into her throat as deeply as she could manage.

“You want to cum?” That sounded like an enthusiastic yes to which Serena chuckled. “Remember, mom told us not to talk with our mouths full.” Scorch was about to stop when Serena placed a hand at the back of her head preventing her from withdrawing.

“Finish, then speak.”

The collar reward her efforts and while that hand returned to stroking that hair Scorch sucked with more zeal, told to take her time as it was clear that she was in a hurry to give her answer which she enthusiastically did once she had finished swallowing down that seed.

“I … I wanna cum.”

“Thank you, Mercer.” Serena smiled hooking a finger beneath that collar and leading Scorch over to her Mister on her hands and knees. “If you ask nicely. Not me, her. She can make you cum so nicely after all this time. Not that you parted on the best of terms last time but my Mistress can be kind. Ask her if she will.”

This was maddening. She gasped and twitched against that ruthless combination. “P-Please forgive me M-Mistress. G-Give me a-another chance. H-Have mercy on me ...” she finished with another gasp that parted her lips at the intense sensations that wracked her body.

The shapeshifter howled with pleasure as his hot load emptied right into the vacuum that was Scorch's throat. The woman sucked hard and deep, making the alien being grunt and groan as globs of alien spunk filled her throat. He was panting heavily when he spurted his last thread of semen. Scorch's skills had certainly improved after a couple of weeks of training. Mercer panted and gave a weary wave as he turned to leave. He would take his pay and leave. Unfortunately, he was back to his normal life as a mercenary after months of a free ride.

Vespira watched as her loyal pet practically dragged her own sister and presented her before the Gorgonian. "Hmm... I sssuppose I could indulge thisss sselfish need jussst thisss once..." the alien woman rose off her coils, her scales glimmering under the bright lights, "Present yoursself like the whore you are and will always be, ssslave."

As Scorch obeyed, the serpent woman looked to Serena. "How does it feel, betraying your sisster and pressenting her to me like thisss, Sserena?" The Gorgonian's long tail swept forwards and began wrapping around Destiny's body. The rough scales rubbed up against the mercenary woman's sweating body. The large coils mashed against those plate covered breasts, stroking them firmly while Vespira's prey was pulled closer.

The human woman would see a long mirror showing the reflection of herself trapped in Vespira's coils. A long scaled phallus sawed along Scorch's netherlips and the plate covering her clitoris. "Burn thisss moment into your fragile mind," Vespira hissed into the woman's ear, "You and your kind are nothing but whores, sssources of my profit and pleasure. Do not forget that." The coils tightened as they yanked Scorch right onto the thick glimmering spire, drilling right up into those yearning depths and giving that final push that the woman so desperately needed.

”Thank you! Merciful Mistress!” Scorch laid on her back, still shivering in that loop of endless pleasure and denial. Rough scales dragged about her leg as it was coiled around her sweaty body. Those scales glistened more than the jewels that adorned her tormented body.

All the while she could see her reflection and not an image on a holorecorder. Her mind slow to comprehend the question that was asked soon realizing it was not for her. Serena had been close, out of Vespira's way.

“She is my younger sister. I feel bad and responsible for her poor performance last time Mistress. I remained hopeful that she would not displease you again with the proper motivation. I am happy that she has managed to redeem herself.”

Nearing Scorch she ran a finger over the collar and looked back to her Mistress. “So much new data has been collected and modified by this device.” She thought to say more but didn't figuring it was best to allow her Mistress to have some fun now.

This release was going to be the biggest her sister ever had at being denied for so long and it alone would be remembered. Further Scorch would entwine that moment of her bliss with her Mistress and she had cumming all over that spire as it embedded within her.

Serena had been amazed that her sister did not pass out then and there but she could not last long in this state. That moment obeyed and burned into her mind the collar rewarded her with even more pleasure and she had only managed to keep it together for a few more thrusts without that constant denial she was allowed to reach that divinely state quicker.

Serena was already stroking her Mistresses back with a hand. “I did not think she would last long, but after grooming her for so long I thought it best that you be the one to push her over the edge, Mistress. Why don't we allow her to sleep this one off and have some more protracted fun”

The Gorgonian ignored Serena's suggestion for the time being. Scorch experienced a mind blowing orgasm that wracked her very soul. Of course, the human could only handle so much stimulation before being overloaded. The fact the woman made it here with all that strain was a feat in itself. But, losing consciousness would only spare the mind from Vespira's powerful thrusts.

Scorch's body reacted to the thick scaled shaft, wrapping tightly around it and holding on for dear life as the molten rod seared deeper and deeper. Vespira's tip pounded the entrance to the woman's womb, the impacts rippling through her shuddering form. Coils shivered rapidly, stroking the tender body and those metallic pads, ensuring the unconscious woman was forced to experience maximum levels of bliss as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from the sleeping beauty.

Serena watched the glistening beauty that was her Mistress send her unconscious sister shuddering into bliss again and again. The older sister would feel her insides quake with every thrust she saw happen by those powerful hips. She knew what Destiny was going through, having experienced Vespira's scaled cock on multiple occasions. The first time was always the most breathtaking. Each scale seemed to scratch all the right itches in all the right places.

Vespira kept fucking the unconscious woman until foam drooled from those parted lips. The serpent hissed sharply as swells rippled up her shaft, emptying her hot load right into the human mercenary's welcoming womb. Coils finally loosened, leaving the skewered woman impaled for a few moments before she was pulled off the still erect shaft. Unceremoniously, the fiery haired woman was discarded onto the floor in a pool of her own sexual fluids. Cum oozed out of the woman's gaping sex was Vespira hissed with satisfaction.

"Mmm... Now, she may sssleep..." the Gorgonian said, flicking her forked tongue to taste her victory in the air, "Will you be removing the collar now and what protracted fun did you have in mind, hmm?" Serena could see the glistening spire, soaked in the juices of her sister. Cum drooled from the tip as Vespira admired the twitching remains of the mercenary woman.

Even while unconscious Scorch's body remained active. She even moaned at each powerful thrust that delivered her to even greater pleasure. Her body squeezing that member as best as it could. She had been well trained from the club, there had been countless times where she had been rendered unconscious and still responded to the stimuli she received and now had been no different.

Serena of course did not try to stop her Mistress but she remained close. While Scorch was only responsive on a limited level she could be a bit more responsive only that she did so in a limited way so as not to interfere with her Mistresses fun. One hand stroked along her back while the other caressed a breast.

She could even see the path of that meat as it moved within her sister generating a bulge. Knowing the bliss her sister was in even without the intense built up for these past few days she knew that Destiny was having pleasant dreams.

When she was reduced to a drooling mess when her Mistress finally cam and freed herself she smiled in approval. A finger touch the tip of that shaft swirling that cum and her sister's juices together before sucking off that finger.

“Suffice it to say Mistress that my business sense does not even come close to your own. But she has been quite popular. However, over exposure lessens profits. If she is not always available when she is people will pay more to have her.

“We have her data, and the collar is already attuned to her. If she has to wear it whenever she comes by ...” She grinned then glanced to her spent sister on the floor. “Or you could rotate her from club to club instead. She has already shown she will jump through hoops to see me. She does have some value in procuring things too. Something the real Mercer used her for.

Serena seemed far more interested in that cock that her finger returned to caressing the tip. The way she saw it her visit to baby sis would have to wait until the morning at it's earliest and even then she couldn't let her get away with a poor performance even if it was better then the last.

[color=#FFFF00] “A thought I did have was making her play tag whenever she came for a visit having to wear that collar again going from club to club trying to catch up. But however she is most profitable to you works best.” Another smile, so willing to please her Mistress even if it had been to the detriment of her own sister.

“Shall I clean you now, Mistress?”

The scales of Vespira's upper body were so fine that it looked like smooth skin. The tall serpent allowed Serena to touch her. The Gorgonian's breast was large yet very firm, like densely packed flour. The powerful muscles of her upper body flexed, causing those breasts to rise and bounce in Serena's hand. They both watched Destiny's body twitch and spasm weakly on the floor. The pads were back to their normal setting but were still continuously stimulating her tender points of her body. The collar had stopped as the previous commands had been completed. All lights on the collar were on, showing full synchronization. It pleased Vespira greatly to see that Serena had no interest in showing her sister any mercy.

"Mmm... But you forget, my pet," Vespira hissed softly, "The collarss true purpose. The longer she wears it and obey, the stronger the effectsss. Lissstening and obeying for ssso very long will alter her hormonal response to commandss. She may not even need the collar after weeks of exposure. You were my preciousss prize, Sserena. I persssonally broke you and made you mine. Your sissster will be broken by a mere trinket."

A hand stroked Serena's cheek. "I can ssmell your need," she hissed, flicking her forked tongue, "It mussst have been difficult giving up your turn ssso that your sissster could break before my cock. Your sissster failed to fully satisssfy my needs. Come, I am certain you are eager to show that ssslut how it is really done. Clean your Misstresss, do not let a drop esscape..."

The Gorgonians drooling rod remained over Scorch's twitching body. Drops dripped down onto the woman's vulnerable body. What was Serena going to do with her sister's unconscious body?