It was nerve wracking at times as she back tracked to the kitchen area. The clicking was getting louder and the thing had to be in an adjacent pass. So close that it should have been able to hear them if they made any noise. Then it grew distant then stopped when they were near the kitchen area.

The silence built for a few seconds then the clicking started up again, distant but loud as it came in their general direction. Each second it drew closer, a scream like a lobster being boiled alive followed, not necessarily an intimidating sound on it's own but under the circumstances a chilling one. One that stated that their handiwork had been discovered and that it was coming for them.

The hurried movements of bipedal creatures followed. Some of the cultists she imagined that were sent to investigate. They were always well behind that clicking sound as the creature that pursued them neared.

The prisoner with her moved as quick as possible. Bare foot on the stone surface must have hurt if she stepped on a rock in the natural cave but she looked to terrified to complain always looking back as if expecting to see something.

Getting to the kitchen she looked up the chimney managing to launch an ascension cable up there. A tug to make sure it was secure they could ascend up to the chimney than shimmy up it using opposite walls to brace themselves and climb.

The prisoner went up first as a glance toward the doorway. She as athletic and didn't have any trouble ascending the rope either. Next she went nearing the chimney when that thing burst into the room, whatever it was.

It was large, red and had a shell. She noted that it was moving sideways, like a crab. It may have been some sort of crustacean, a claw reached up and barely missed clamping onto her ankle snipping the rope just beneath where she was.

Again she heard that sound of a boiling lobster beneath her as the thing bellowed out beneath her. Due to the nature of the planet it did not have any ranged weapons like blasters. It's physiology made such weapons all but impossible to use. The cultists could have them or bows considering the nature of the planet.

A straight shot up the chimney would be easy but she had grenades that she could drop to dissuade anyone from attempting such. They already knew she was there and the ensuing explosion did not draw any more attention to them.

She heard screams from some of the cultists, that crying sound but she could still see that creature down below when the smoke cleared.

Pulled out of the chimney by the prisoner there was a new problem with them being on the mountain. They were stranded there, down below there was fog and down the chimney had been nothing in sight now though she heard the creature down there. There was no place here for a ship to set down either. They might have to search for a better area, descend or climb higher in search of larger and flatter area.

There was no telling if the other cultists managed to summon Fafner or not nor had she any clue what the remaining cultists were up to. They could be searching for a way up the mountain while that creature ensured that she did not return to the caves.

All Phoebe knew boiled down to leaving the area as fast as their legs could carry the two women. She cared little for staying once Fafner had been mentioned, not even to retrieve the tome if the former prisoner hadn't managed to recite certain parts of it. Their capture would only thrust them back into an environment where the telepath could actually show up. She couldn't let that happen, not now, not ever.

Standing up beside the chimney, the poor girl was gasping for breath. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, but once out of immediate danger Phoebe's body simply shook with near crippling fear. What the hell was that thing? The stuff of nightmares, that's what. That scream would haunt her for a while. It cut through the damn cord, too, barely missing her ankle in the process. She didn't want to imagine what it would've done to bones and cartilage, regardless of the bodysuit clinging to her lovely curvatures all the while.

„Fuck ..“ She let loose a gasp, bending over from the waist up with hands planted on her knees to catch her breath. All that tension was taking it out of her. A quick glance down the chimney revealed they couldn't make their way back. The creature was still down there, probably unharmed by the grenade's blast. There was no going back, and no eating crustaceans for a while.

Admittedly, breathing this hard wasn't too prudent. She didn't notice anything off until heat pervaded her cheeks, spreading through her petite chest and belly before soaking into more supple flesh. The candy was gone for some time now. Lips pressed together to keep air from blowing over sensitive patches of nerves. Phoebe grimaced in a blend of discomfort and varying degrees of shame. Something didn't look right, but the other woman didn't need to know. They had more important matters to take care of anyway. After taking another moment to recover, the short blonde straightened up and began to recover her equipment for future climbing.

She looked over, scanning those bare feet for a moment before locking eyes with her once more. „Are you hurt?“ Stupid question, probably. In all likelihood the shock wouldn't even make her register anything unless someone asked about it.

But, Phoebe didn't dwell on it for long. The device on her wrist should at least point them in the right direction, provided the planet's microbes hadn't made lunch out of its metallic parts yet. She came a long way and would've had a hard time maneuvering them to a more easily accessible location. If they could no longer get coordinates, they'd be in for an interesting trip, if rather futile trip. A shorter cable to use for climbing thanks to that clawed beast didn't exactly improve the situation.

„We've got to get moving, get some distance between this place and ourselves, then head down to more level ground.“ She nodded to herself at that, fighting the urge to bite down on her tongue which started to tingle again just now. „If we don't make it back to the rendezvous point, we'll have trouble getting off this rock at all.“

“I think so,” the woman returned as she looked at her palms. Any damage she sustained in that climb had been manageable at least for now. She seemed surprised to hear about a rendezvous point though that should have been obvious to her since Phoebe had been here to acquire that book.

“You have a ship?” That motivated her to press on. Her palms ached as did her feet. The planet, normally warm, had been cooler as they climbed. At least it was more temperate than cold, far more manageable but the nude woman's nipples stiffened as did her clit.

The air was the worse thinning out as they climbed. Each physical task made harder as they continued. At times it sounded as if there was pursuit still. It was distant, the shifting of rock.

Pressing on she came to an area that began to slope down where the ground was more even. Her companion continued to look over her shoulder expecting to see something at any minute but they were able to get down to the flatter elevation. An extraction from that point was possible, for her it wouldn't have been much of a challenge but she wasn't piloting this time. It was a moderate challenge. Looking back up from whence they came then ahead of them where the mountains began to climb back up it was either here or search out another spot and there was no telling how long it would take for the microbes to begin devastating her equipment effectively stranding them here.

Contact with the ship was delayed a few seconds which was normal given the distance. At first she had feared the worse but real time communication equipment was rather expensive and while the ship's communications had been outfitted with such extraordinary tech personal devices usually weren't so blessed unless military issue.

Arranging to be picked up it was still a few minutes for the ship to travel from the moon to the planet. The ship circled around the area twice, both times pulling away without committing to a landing that may have resulted in a crash.

After a third attempt failed the ship moved in a hover above the place after getting as low as possible. The doors to the cargo area opened and a cable was dropped out after Kurgan looked out to ensure he wasn't hitting her. Even from that distance she saw that he gazed towards the nude woman then back at her. If anything he would have expected to find her nude with the book. Speaking of which he saw no book and figured things had gone bad or there was no book at all.

Once they had been pulled up into the ship by that cable the rear doors closed just as she heard bows being fired at her. Arrows impacted the ship to no effect as the doors closed.

A blast of cold smoke hit them all coming from something installed above there heads. “Good thing I thought to be thorough.” A comlink was in his hands which he used to contact Viryon so that they could depart. No sooner were they one their way did he glance back at her first then the woman.

“Any injuries? I take it that this was a bust.”

Nothing but tension coursed through her veins until they had been picked up and then that rush of cold hit her tender flesh. She hadn't expected the chilling sensation and hissed through bared teeth, blowing cool air across hot, persistently throbbing cells. The sensitive stretch of her throat and tongue flared with erotic warmth. Blood pumped into her cheeks, then her heaving chest and trembling thighs until Phoebe managed to keep herself from shuddering all over. Supple lips pressed together, if only to contain her bedroom voice a little longer, or to keep the others from watching the petite woman's tongue quiver with unparalleled delight beyond parted lips.

Hands bunched up into fists when the worst of it struck though one quick glance to the newest addition to their party beckoned the young woman to speak up. „I'll be fine. She's suffered through the climb worse than I did. You should take a look at her first.“

That's to say, Kurgan would know her condition was far from pleasant. The candy he'd passed on to the blonde ran out long ago. She strained to hide it for now, but decided to endure. If nothing else, it'd be a good exercise in restraint as every syllable and breath was a smoldering hot blast of bliss to Phoebe's altered senses. „Still, it wasn't a complete bust. Aside from the tome itself, we've got the next best thing.“

She raised a hand to her head and pointed at it with a finger for emphasis. „Eidetic memory. We'll simply have a lot of typing to do once we're well and far away from that damned planet.“ There was no love or sympathy for whatever happened to the cultists down there. According to the newcomer, they were as good as dead if they succeeded. She looked over to Kurgan again while hoping the telepath, if he'd arrived, wouldn't even be able to sense her presence this far out. It'd make another encounter all the more unpleasant. „Turns out those people are a Fafner worshipping cult and were attempting to summon him. At least that's what I think they were trying to accomplish. I then decided to bail rather than try for the tome and risk running into him again.“

Phoebe shut her eyes for a moment, battling the urge to sigh out of relief and pleasure alike. „We'll just have to pretend our texts are scans from the tome itself when we head out to Va'cha again, and that the original tome was lost in our attempt to retrieve it, but that doesn't really matter for the time being. I'm just glad to be back here, safe and sound.“

As things were calming down again, the young woman turned to the nude arrival. „I'm Phoebe. This is my companion, Kurgan. We've got another woman on board, Viryon. She's piloting the ship .. So much for introductions. Would you mind telling us who you are?“ She paused, looking her over, then casting a glance back to Kurgan. „Perhaps we should continue this after we've got her something to wear?“

Kurgan nodded his eyes dipping to the woman's hands. “Well she won't be typing anything herself any time soon.” He had been about to lead her away to get her some clothes when she decided to make introductions.

“Lysiss Falcrest. And I'd be thankful for some clothing. More thankful when we place some distance away from this planet.”

Kurgan looked towards Phoebe. He nodded then escorted Lysiss away to the infirmary leaving her for the time being to deal with her own condition. The ship left the sector of space soon after she had boarded.

Treating the injuries to their latest passenger after getting her a few things to wear, mostly his things since the other clothing tended to be too small for her. The lab coat covered much. There were a few close calls on the world, really close with a cult of Fafner being there in the first place.

Had she ended up a prisoner there was no telling just how things would have ended up for her. Especially given her condition, one that she had to see to for herself at least initially until Kurgan came to check on her.

As usual he had been receptive to her needs coming to lend a hand. “That could have been worse. I'm going to assume that you're not up for talking about it just yet.”

Everything had been taken care of right now. Later he would take the dictations down from Lysiss himself so that everything was ready by the time they reached Va'cha again. Perhaps he wouldn't get much sleep himself during the trip back but that could not be helped.

He was a doctor first and foremost. Two fingers pressed into her mouth stimulating her tongue with small caresses. His other hand reached out to cup one of her small breasts. She hadn't gotten far still being in the cargo hold when he found her again.

Picking her up after a moment he sat her on one of the containers here stripping away whatever clothing remained on her. Clothes, weapons and equipment were all shunted to the side. Laying her back on on that container he spread her legs apart kneeling down to lick straight up that slit again and again while fingers reached up to rub against her clit.

“Talking can wait.” Once her mind was clear she would be in a better state to carry on a conversation. His tongue pressed into her core sucking against her flower at the same time he parted it.

One hand reached up sliding against her abdomen, chest then gripping a breast squeezing it while his thumb toyed with her nipple. Then it moved on sliding even farther up her body attempting to reach her face but falling short of the mark.

Blue eyes flicked up gazing down the expanse of her small body as he continued to work, his hand drifting back to her breast once more.

Roaming about the ship in her current condition would've been quite a chore. She didn't make an effort to leave the scene, always pressing her thighs together in an effort to quench the aching need that was running through her loins. Sooner or later, Kurgan would return. She knew that much, counted on it, for what the young blonde could do to herself he'd only make all the more fulfilling.

Not that Phoebe minded toying with the prey and predator role when he came back to check up on the poor thing. She'd be unable to keep him at bay, unwilling to part once those fingers pressed into her mouth though what few whimpers the girl produced were drowned out by hungry licks and kisses when supple lips encased his digits, sucking on them while her tongue rolled over, around and between the twin invaders for as long as he permitted it. Surely they weren't sweeter than candy, but they were the most delightful treat Phoebe had indulged in after what felt like ages.

Afterwards, Phoebe had been relieved of her garments though if the erotic heat pumping through her veins wasn't eating her up the shame might've done the same thing. The woman's flower quaked with neglection, already dripping the essence of her desire. Stiffened peaks throbbed, her love pearl had emerged from hiding and left little in the ways of preparation before he was free to overwhelm the tender bundle of nerves.

Not even the cold metal could help her cool off when he set her down on the surface. It began to heat up, quickly blending with the ravenous vixen's bodily warmth until his tongue made short work of whatever coherent thought remained on her addled mind. Hot, drooling velvety depths constricted around the questing length of muscle, her inner thighs trembling whilst lips tremble between feverish moans. All his movements were little more than a drop of water descending onto rock that's been baking in the sun for hours. She was burning up and it showed.

Every touch stirred her this way and that. Worse, the wolf knew where to hit and twisted her sounds of passion as he distorted her lovely features with each knowing lash of that tongue. It's been one small trip and already her body wasn't up to the task of handling his every loving affection.

Lightning shot through her then. How shameful. She couldn't even keep it together for long. What once hugged Kurgan's tongue appeared to be attempting to crush it now, tightening and relaxing in an all too familiar way as he tended to her needs. She tossed her head back with a squeal, screaming out all that backed up tension in their distant corner of the ship. Toes curled up while one of her hands clutched the container's edge, the other raced to her face to cup her mouth from unleashing further announcements of their lovemaking to everyone's ears, but Phoebe knew Kurgan couldn't be betrayed. She'd be a fool to try and hide how much she relished this. One of her glazed eyes peered through parted digits, revealing her desire burning from within.

Her every cell screamed for more. Soft, supple thighs flanked the corners of his vision when Phoebe nearly locked him in place, inviting him to continue or loosen the gentle seal to move on to sweeter things. They were going to be here for a while after such a journey.

Indeed they had the time to play. No one had been alarmed by her initial cry or had chosen to ignore it leaving the pair undisturbed. That tongue ensured that she was good and wet treating her sex while rubbing that pearl with his fingers.

For an eternity Kurgan feasted on her, drawing out that heightened state further as he pushed her to climax again and again. Yet he did not stop, not for awhile. When he had he straightened up setting a hand down upon a breast. He used the other to align himself with that wet sex squeezing the orb between his fingers as he squeezed himself inside her.

“Ahhh ...” Nice and tight that warmth clung to him like a second skin. He kept pressing inside her until he was totally enveloped then drew most of the way out of her before pressing in again just as slow.

He set in for a long slow fuck causing her to increase the pace with legs and hips if that was what she wished. But he refused to set such a pace himself always going slow.

Leaning down over her he licked one of her breasts while squeezing it's twin then swapping each in turn. In the end he would cum filling her with his seed, resting inside her if she remained still though drawing out if she moved too much giving his sensitivity.

“Better?” He asked helping her off the crate. Yet not done with her as he spun her around forcing her to hold on to the top of that crate as he spread her legs apart. One hand gripped her hair pulling her head back as he slapped that pleasant ass.

In short order that wet cock, well lubricated by her body and his cum, pressed up against her ass. He took her there just as slow, inch by inch creeping into her. Hours would pass, Phoebe would be kept entertained by Kurgan to the point she could not keep up given his use of sexual toys.

By the end of it all that tension had been burned away. While unconscious he must have cleaned her. Well rested she was asleep in her bed, naked. Her clothes folded and on a nearby stand along with her pistol though her climbing equipment had been out of sight probably put away.

It was a sharp jolt to the ship that woke her from her slumber. She could feel the violent movements of the craft as it was attempting to evade something. Another jolt rocked the vessel a jolt that was all to familiar to her.

Either mines were exploding nearby or more likely the shields were straining against laser fire.

The last thing Phoebe recalled was the rapid succession of orgasmic heights wracking her quaking flesh again and again. Kurgan seized the reins, dominating her petite form. Small albeit swollen globes ached to be abused while that plush, perfect ass was played like a drum. It rippled when the wolf struck, showing fully well what the girl lacked in the chest department her deliciously sculpted rump and thighs more than made up for. She had a body begging for attention and he granted it for hours, her tongue lolling from the corners of her mouth and eyes rolling back amidst breathless moans until the very end.

She woke feeling somewhat lightheaded. He really took it out of her. Though the jolt waking her from sleep could still be felt, she was far too out of it to think of it much. At first, Phoebe didn’t believe it was more than an echo of another erotic slap following her from a now distant, passionate lovemaking. It wasn’t until it happened again her mind was forced to rouse fully from her recent slumber.

Sitting up halfway when another jolt rocked the ship jostled the petite blonde about the covers. These were far from ordinary turbulences! As a former agent, they were all too familiar. Her heart stood still when realization kicked in. It made Phoebe’s hair stand on end. She finally came to rest in a disheveled mess, eyes forced wide open at the severity of the situation at hand. What was once surprise bled over into shock, then adrenaline. She had enough experience to know they weren’t encountering any purely technical difficulties. Viryon wouldn’t be foolish enough to steer them into a mine field which meant they were probably taking fire right then and there.

The young blonde jumped out of bed, slipping into her bodysuit with all due haste. She had no time for underwear, let alone other necessities prior to grabbing her blaster and making her way into the corridor, struggling to zip up completely whilst running towards the cockpit.

Phoebe couldn’t get a grasp on what was actually happening, not in her sleep drunken state. Who were the attackers? What did they want? How did they get close without getting noticed? They weren’t cultists, were they? She and the others took the fastest route back to where Va’cha was located. No way in hell could these people have caught up without a ship nearby. Their scanners showed nothing out of the ordinary before, so what changed?

Did Va’cha set them up? That thought occurred to her to the resounding echo of her heels tapping against the metal floor. She couldn‘t believe he might’ve done that, but none other than the man himself knew their destination from the start. Whatever the case, they were in trouble now. This could only end two ways and Phoebe dreaded the thought of being at another individual’s mercy again.

„Viyron! What’s going on?!“ She burst into the cockpit, stumbling more so than anything else with the ship shaking as much as it did. Hands clutched one of the seats here for support, her eyes dashing across the various consoles to determine what sort of threat they were dealing with.

Then, they flickered over to the beautiful scaly female herself. „Controls, now!“ Phoebe strapped herself into a free seat, hoping to salvage what she could. Viyron could pilot the ship though it wouldn’t make up for the experience Phoebe had. With any luck they could persevere, but they were in a medium sized freighter, not a combat vessel. The odds of outrunning or outgunning a comparable fighter were slim to none, but she had to try.

“Three ships … smaller craft but quicker ...” came the quick answer to her question as she took stock in what was going on. She assessed the shield strength which was half way depleted. Sensors showed that two of the three ships were close with the third always maneuvering to cut them off. It was taking long range shots against them too but nothing that came close to hitting the ship. What it did was force them to deviate course and move in a way that the ships wished.

If that wasn't enough there were other things to consider too. With forward facing weapons they could not fight back and had to keep running. Further, judging by the few times that they were struck the weapons of those ships packed a punch too.

As if things couldn't get bad enough there was an explosion from within the ship which immediately lurched. They were struck again, power to the shields blown out. Whatever the explosion was it had knocked out their engines, Their craft was drifting at the last speed they had set along with a little kick from those lasers but other wise the ship wasn't moving.

They were a sitting duck until they got the engines back online. Unfortunately there was not much they could do here unless one of the ships got in front of them. A moment after the explosion the door to the cockpit opened. There was barely enough time to process everything.

Two shots set on stun first to her then Viryon she guessed though there was not much time to process it all as she was returned to a state of unconsciousness. When next she woke she was in the cargo bay. Binders fastened her wrists together in front of her and she could make out a few figures here, tall humanoids armed with blaster rifles and knifes adorned in black body armor complete with helmets.

On the floor next to her was an unconscious Viryon bound as well. One of the beings noticed that she was stirring and said something in a language she didn't understand which brought over a smaller humanoid. From the armor it was clear that the humanoid was female.

“Finally up,” she gestured and two other humanoids approached. One hauled her up to her feet and held her while another used a knife to cut into her jumpsuit. Finding no undergarments beneath made it quicker to cut and tare away the suit. Breasts and ass had been touched and the woman inserted two fingers into her for one slow thrust.

“I should be grateful for what you did back there but the truth is that I need money to get rid of those traitors. Tech won't work back there and by now with my escape they would have relocated. They have something I need even if I have all the important passages from the tome memorized.

“See I use to lead those idiots. Give her to Faulk he'll know what to do.”

Torn away without knowing what would be the fate of her co-pilot she was taken aboard the ship that had been docked with her own. From the sensors she guessed the ships had a crew of half a dozen people or so. She really didn't see many people until they reached the bridge. There were just three beings her and she was thrown down at the feet of one of them that sat in a chair.

Her chin was grabbed and she was wrenched up to her knees. Her head turned this way and that.

“My Mistress sends me a trophy. What is your name girl?”

All recent memories were nothing but a blur by the time Phoebe came to. The truth she was seeing now was nothing short of astounding. The damsel in distress betrayed them. Apparently, that was as much of a thanks as one could expect out here. Rage boiled deep within her core, bound fists clenched into fists, but the former agent did nothing when the three armored individuals lifted her up and cut away what was left of her dignity. Twin digits pressed inside her body, forcing Phoebe onto her toes with a sharp hiss slipping past bared teeth.

Though her mind filled with insults guided towards to the woman, Phoebe’s glare merely pierced unseen eyes without her uttering a single word. Speaking up now would only make her situation worse. She’d only become more desperate for attention as time went on and as of now, those people had the upper hand. She was alone, captured and powerless to do anything about it.

„I’m sorry, Viryon.“ The thought pulsed in the back of her mind. She loathed the fact Viyron would likely wake up alone and that she couldn’t be there to soothe her nerves. With any luck they wouldn’t harm the poor thing, but there was no telling what they were even worth to these people.

As a matter of fact, not even heading down to the cultist planet scared her this much. The uncertainty gnawed at Phoebe’s consciousness. Once calm and collected, her heart threatened to burst through the blonde’s chest at any given moment. She could feel the constant pounding, how her stomach seemed to have turned upside down and left her feeling sick while her every limb might as well have been made of jello. Her expression no longer displayed anger or discomfort, but sheer fear of what’s to come. Two owners and nearly dying at the hands of one made her all too frightened as to the nature of these individuals, not to mention what would happen to her companions.

She didn’t even want to think about what happened to Kurgan. Since he wasn’t in the hangar and nowhere else to be found, he either managed to hide or was knocked out all the same. Her mind raced back to the explosion that disabled their engines. Was he still alive? He would’ve been the first to tend to their guest and probably stunned before Phoebe and Viryon themselves, but it was another unknown she’d have to process.

Smooth, milky thighs rubbed against one another when they escorted her to another ship, their succulent wares blending perfectly with that plush, cushiony backside of hers. Up above, her supple belly glistened faintly with the anchor shaped navel piercing and chain dangling from her beautiful form. Small, but perky breasts heaved with each deep albeit panicked breath she took, the peaks having hardened beneath the cooler air which enveloped her nude body.

„Give her to Faulk,“ the woman said. „He’ll know what to do.“ She couldn’t shake the thought that wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience.

Would now be a good time to contact Aegir? How much time would he need to reach her, assuming he wasn’t currently indispensable someplace else? She recalled he tended not to fly anywhere on a ship and sending others in his stead would only add onto time required to free her and the others.

Unfortunately, activating it presented Phoebe with a whole new problem. Her hands were bound. The situation was dire.

Dumped on the cold metal floor, the petite blonde whimpered slightly as her chin was forced up, bringing Phoebe to her knees and teary eyes to gaze directly at the humanoid‘s visage. She averted her gaze shortly after, tender lips rubbing together before she offered a response. „Phoebe Denning, Sir.“ The girl adjusted her stance slightly, getting into a more comfortable kneeling posture before the man. „Please, don’t hurt me. I’m not going to resist.“

The humanoid that had brought her here said something to Faulk in that strange language. Clearing up a misunderstanding perhaps. He then left while Faulk looked down at her. For a long moment he said nothing, merely appraising her and allowing the discomfort to grow.

She seemed sensible in that she didn't try to resist just yet. “Is that so Phoebe?” He gestured and one of the humanoids left leaving her with Faulk and one working at a console on something.

“Rise.” Instructed to circle around with a gesture. When she had he took in her full wares, touched her ass with a finger then instructed her back down upon her knees. “Everything looks good but looks can be deceiving. Let's see what you can do.”

He waited for only a few seconds seeing if she would take initiative or need some encouragement by him reaching forth and pulling at the back of her head pressing her face into his crotch.

Beneath his thick pants was an even thicker cock, a flaccid one she would soon discover. She could barely move her wrists apart but they would be useful in exposing the alien. She soon found out he was indeed a nonhuman. That member was scaled, a dark brown coloration. Not just that but it was bigger than any human's she had seen. Was it even a possible size for one at the upper end? Was the creature small or large for his species?

She had been made to use her mouth and whatever else she could bring to bare in order to please him. Faulk allowed her to carry one for a time as demonstration to what she could do. He did not cum or even throb by the time the dismissed humanoid returned.

It was while she was working that he attached a collar to her neck. There were a few other things that he had retrieved but she was not allowed to take her attention away from Faulk. It was only after her jaw and knees were aching that she had been allowed to stop. Lifted up by the humanoid that was standing behind her she was lowered down into Faulk's lap. The tip of that wet specter angling against her, rubbing against her slit as it aligned itself against her.

Gloved hands seized hold of her breasts rubbing them in those large hands of his. Thumbs trailed over her nipples then one hand swept lower down her abdomen taking hold of the anchor piercing and regarding it.

“What is this bauble?” He asked as the tip of that meat pierced her as it worked it's way inside her with a deliberate slowness.

Submissive as she was, Phoebe played her part by letting her gaze dip. Then, she ended up waiting for something, anything that’d provide a clear outlook on what’s to come. Faulk found her trembling not from the cold air, but out of fear. Keeping her in the dark proved a far more cruel method than breaking her in on the spot.

She didn’t need any encouragement to jump into action. The task had been implied and the young blonde seized the initiative in more ways than one. Her hands could’ve freed him though her face vanished in his groin with sumptuous lips undoing whatever kept that molten phallus at bay. He was big, but so were her previous owners. Still, the fact he was bound to grow even larger once that formidable cock engorged with blood had her pause and consider her options here, all while inhaling the specimen’s musk up close.

After a moment of hesitation, hot breaths bonded with the woman’s warm tongue in a two pronged assault. Saliva embellished the mighty spire when Phoebe drank her full of it, licking the pole in languid, elongated movements while others doused the hopefully hardening crown in an eager cascade of circular strokes. Silken digits teased the swell of his testes, getting a good feel for his endowments though her bindings made it difficult to move. As she dipped further down to bury her face in his crotch, nuzzling his heavy sac with needy licks and moaning lips, her eyes brimmed with genuine desire and were constantly focused on his own.

Scales scraped across her tongue, tingling her lips, feeding her altered cells in the most erotic fashion. Already, the poor girl was feeling lightheaded. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to hide the glistening sheen of nectar every lash of her tongue encouraged beyond comprehension. Once that perfect slab of manmeat brimmed with power, Phoebe’s lips spread wide open to welcome her prospective owner’s shaft.

It hurt to accommodate such a large phallus, but not even that could discourage the hungry cocksucker. Molten heat spread throughout her entire mouth from that moment onward. She couldn’t tell where one erogenous zone ended and another began. Only, the bobbing movements of her head forced him deeper into the warm, drooling depths of her mouth. She took strong, ravenous sucks from that cock, slurping hungrily around the girth whilst her throat tightened in repeated gulps, hoping to entice him with her capabilities.

„Why .. Why does it have to feel so good?“ Eyes squeezed shut as the experience became too much to bear. Her whole mouth was on fire. For a time, she couldn’t focus on anything else, not even the collar being fastened around her neck. A sense of fulfillment came over her, temporarily drowning the thought of becoming a captive whose fate remained uncertain yet again. Worse, with time her moans became all the more desperate and noticeable, indicating Phoebe wasn’t quite ordinary in some fashion.

However, Faulk showed no reaction at all. Not one groan or throb rewarded her efforts. That was the scary part. Eventually, he even forced her to stop. Did he not enjoy himself whatsoever? Was her performance that bad? If nothing else, the fact he didn’t even comment on it nearly made Phoebe panic before her position changed once again.

„Nnngh! Nnuuhnn ..“ She mounted his scepter, her visibly wet chalice twitching about the tip. The woman’s every cell seemed to be convulsing at the mere prospect of taking him in. Phoebe tensed when the slow descent finally began, quivering pitifully amidst heated breaths when he brought her attention to the anchor piercing.

„T-That’s .. just an accessory .. A piercing.“ The words barely made it past her trembling lips. Another inch joined the first which sheathed itself within her velvety core, stretching her almost uncomfortably. „I’ve .. I’ve had it for years ..“

Her actions had the effect of stiffening that rod at the very least though he did not comment on her performance. Nor did he bury that rod straight within her. Rather gravity was allowed to take hold with the barest rocking of his hips that allowed her to slip down that impressive length farther least she get stuck in place.

“I see,” his grasp tightened on the anchor as if he was going to tare it straight out of her belly button. Then he changed his mind letting the bauble go. His hand instead reached around her grabbing her ass firmly. His other hand retreated removing his own helmet revealing a dark brown scaled being a type of alien she had not been familiar with.

Leaning forward a mouth soon surrounded one of those globes. His mouth was particularly wide full of sharp needle-like teeth. A forked tongue swirled against her nipple while his hand gave her ass a firm slap then rub only slapping her there again though the slaps had been far from painful and more on the stinging side.

The anchor was inadvertently activated not that it meant anything to the alien. His rod caused her stomach to bulge out tracking it's passage into her. For the moment he let her do most of the work seeing just how she approached this moment and just how much she could take.

It was clear that she had been in this sort of position before or was just some sort of freak. There was no mistaking how wet she was and it had been intentional on his part to take her without any sort of preparation as much as he would have destined the fact that she would have been dry it was better to find out her limits and work with them.

But she was wet, which was unusual. Prisoners were often brought to him without a clue. Unfortunately the other clarified that she was not to be a trophy and had to be sold as soon as possible. The trouble was that Vanjen was rather distant so he would have to try selling her off at one of the closer markets. From what he was seeing and feeling that shouldn't be much of a problem even if she was small.

Teeth nibbled on her nipple pulling it and letting it snap back into place before adoring it with his tongue all over again. Another smack to her ass and he began thrusting up into her keeping a deliberately slow pace at present.

Then he stood up still embedded inside her as he walked over to one of the consoles to lay her upon. It was the station of one of the others. That dick speared into her at a slow pace while the humanoid couldn't resist from touching and grabbing at her free tit but hadn't been allowed to do much else as he watched on barely able to pay attention to whatever work he was doing, something she guessed wasn't too important since Faulk engineered this distraction any way.

Her appetite was obvious. Small hands, bound as they were, set down on the man’s armored chest. Fingertips pressed into it as if she could gain some sort of hold there while her trembling thighs fought to keep her from rising and falling onto Faulk’s considerable spire at an uncomfortable pace. She did start moving on her own, however, constantly torn between hating and loving the attention. Shame restored a familiar, blistering heat to her rosy cheeks when the latter appeared to be winning out a little more with every rise and fall of that monstrous molten phallus.

It didn’t help that her thoughts were with her friends from time to time, but Phoebe didn’t dare ask anything right now, let alone speak without permission in the first place. If only he could be satisfied or show some sort of response to her actions, the shuddering blonde would’ve had more confidence when it came to getting some answers at least.

She loathed almost everything about the current situation. Her fate and that of her scaly companion was uncertain, even more so whether Kurgan lived, let alone what they were going to do with them in the long run, but Phoebe suffered the worst from the betrayal of her own body. Every waking moment, her thoughts were disturbed by sweltering hot bliss shooting up her spine, eroding her willpower little by little.

Sucking him off was such a delight and now this. She had no chance of making it through without succumbing to that heavenly tingling sensation at her core. Shapely hips ground back against the invading shaft, unable to take it all in yet eager to please and be rewarded in turn. Air rushed in and out of shamelessly moaning lips, soaking her every hypersensitive cell in erotic heat. Another alien’s touch sized up her petite tits, bringing delight to those gleefully throbbing peaks that graced the creature’s palm.

Snug folds held him tight, then tighter still until they squeezed about him with the might of a clenched fist. This was what Phoebe used to be, what her cruel captors forced her to become, and it was the one thing she could offer this man. Her body was rocking back and forth across the console Faulk set her down on, his cock plunging into her with audible squelching sounds as warm nectar engulfed every inch he could stuff into his temporary plaything.

But, Phoebe never encountered anyone that unfazed by her movements. She’d lose long before he did. Even if his pace remained slow, his every scale rubbed against her sweet spots, that massive girth stretching her out to the point he didn’t have to try hard in order to shower the young blonde with utter bliss.

„G-Gonna .. Gonna .. No .. No, I can’t,“ the girl thought to herself as panic joined the blend of sensations amassing at her core. No Master would be delighted to find their pet climaxed before they did and the consequences for failure were often dire. As her eyes began to glaze over, they flickered down to her bulging belly, back up to Faulk then the specimen beside him. She was silently begging for permission as her velvety walls began to quiver all the more violently, unable to keep herself from going over the edge even if he chose not to say anything.

There was a small audible groan at one point, she had managed that at least as Faulk took her there on the console nice and slow. That dick speared into her quivering depths though no permission for her to cum had been given.

Instead he continued to play with her breasts, pressed her to release and kept going albeit with more difficulty as she tightened around him. No admonishment came, just more slow thrusts followed until she finally felt a dull throb matching those quivering depths.

Is this a bad time? She heard a familiar voice in her mind. The thrusts refused to stop only now she felt a hand down at her clit pinching it and lightly twisting against the bud of flesh.

My use of tech is a bit rusty. Are you hearing me alright? Think of that anchor as a extremely long range walkie talkie. While my words won't be audible to those around you you will need to speak to communicate with me. Take your time, it seems that you are presently engaged but wait for an opportunity when you are alone.

Whatever communication she would use had to be crude at best. While Aegir explained the limitations to that device it was clear that he could sense her state while it was active. For how long it would remain on or in her possession was another matter especially when it came to being a slave-master. Individuality was often frowned upon except in the case of head slaves perhaps so such baubles were likely to be stripped from her in time.

Faulk grunted, then let out a loud groan as he pulled out of her tight body firing a massive load all over her chest. His thick cock slapped up against her a few times. Had she looked she could see the progress she had managed to make given where that shaft was dry and moist. She had managed to take a good portion of it in.

“Not bad for your trial run. You have experience at this sort of thing. Clean her up.”

Helped off of the console the humanoid affixed a leash to her collar. At once she could feel a tingle coursing down the leash to the collar indicating that it could be used as some sort of weapon against her. She was unharmed, though the tingling effect was constant.

Taken to the showers the place was rather small. Her binders had been removed along with the leash and she was allowed to shower and clean herself. Yet she was subjected to his touch when he removed a gauntlet running scaly fingers against her ass or the curve of her breasts. Forced to watch what was going on there was no mistaking that he was still aroused by the scene that had played out before him. Yet at the same time he refrained from taking her right then and there, perhaps under some sort of understanding that he didn't take the slaves for his own gratification yet unable to completely resist from touching her in some fashion.

After she had been dried the leash was attached to her collar again though the binders were not. She was lead to a brig seeing no other humanoids thus far. The cell here was small about six paces in either direction, had a sink, toilet and bunch. The door was an old fashioned mechanical lock and once she had been inside the leash was unhooked and she was ushered into her cell.

The humanoid would return a short while later with a set of black skimpy clothes, a thin blanket and a meal that consisted of some sort of oatmeal she believed, nothing too fancy but nourishing and filling.