Molten love splashed across her perky breasts. If not for the fact he’d rocked her world far and beyond one mere climax, the thick scent would’ve made Phoebe feel lightheaded. She hardly came down from that blessed high when her eyes dropped to that immense girth, still twitching and tingling all over given how much of it her body had encased mere moments before. It’s been a long time since someone’s left her feeling empty in quite the same way. Lifted back up on trembling legs, Phoebe needed a moment to adjust before being able to walk on her own once again.

The leash attached to her collar made the woman’s hair stand on end. She surmised it had to be an electric current or similar means of punishment for even the slightest misstep along the way to the showers. However, much like before Phoebe didn’t attempt to do escape. It’d be one on one from this moment onward, but it wasn’t worth the risk considering how many in total she may be up against, without a weapon no less.

Sounds of delight in the form of moans, gasps and hisses depending on where the humanoid struck soon echoed through the immediate area. She was no stranger to being explored at another individual’s leisure and actively encouraged more, arching her back to jut out that plush rump into his lone finger or present her chest to him more easily.

She gauged that’d make matters easier for everyone. Phoebe hoped they’d give her some space later for being as little of a concern as humanly possible and being dumped in a cell without anyone else nearby turned out to be quite advantageous. Contacting Aegir again shouldn’t be much trouble though when the man came back, the girl was already on her knees and looked up with bright, glistening eyes.

„Sir, please ..“ As much as the idea pained her to be ignored or punished for even bringing it up, perhaps he’d be willing to spare a bit of news at the very least. „What about the others back on the ship? What’s going to happen to my friends?“

The humanoid glanced at her between the bars of her cell. He studied her in that submissive state before setting his weapons aside and opening up the cell. Setting the collection of things down on the bunk he moved closer.

Naturally he did not feel threatened and perhaps was waiting to see if she tried to scramble out of the cell, possible try to lock him inside or go for his weapons. Of course he had the clear advantage here. She had to get up first or try to crawl.

That confidence was scary even without the leash that collar may have had some sort of surprise. When she made no move he set a hand on her shoulder sliding it toward her neck and that collar brushing against it and lifting his hand up higher.

Fingers caressed her cheek, skimmed along her jaw and traced against her ear. “From what I understand your co-pilot will be sold as well and placed on another ship. We are not slavers and are ill equipped to take on more than a prisoner or two. However, there's no sense in ignoring an opportunity.

“The doctor has some use so he'll stay with us. Either he will be sent to our final ship or kept on yours, oh wait our new ship.” He spoke with clarity. His hand now retreating down the path it came. “You are obedient. It's a shame you have to be sold but it is the wish of the Mistress.”

Where they aware that Kurgan had developed something that had been useful against the microbes? Did they wish to determine just how effective? Or where there other reasons, a doctor was handy especially one that had a wide versatile skill set such as Kurgan. He proved to know a bit about microbiology, surgery and general medicine as it pertained to humans and probably his own species as well.

The guard moved around in front of her, a few fingers tucking beneath her chin lifting her head up as he gazed down at her. He said nothing, made no initial move on his part just observing her for a moment before he would depart unless she did or said anything further.

Seconds became a near unbearable eternity when her question didn’t receive an immediate response, but rather led to him removing his gear prior to stepping into the cell with the kneeling captive. The tension lingered on her mind, especially when some wouldn’t even tolerate her speaking up in the first place. She made no effort to approach or recoil when he got close, and her muscles offered no resistance when he explored her features a little.

Though her cheeks were flushed Phoebe never took her eyes off him. His languid strokes proved gentle compared to everything she came to expect from previous encounters with once hostile entities. She couldn’t quite keep herself from shaking and let loose a low gasp in the process. It actually felt kind of nice to experience the slow, gradual passage of his scaly fingers.

However, not having Viryon on the same ship pained her dearly. She found herself unable to keep track of the reptilian female, let alone keep her from harm. Were they even going the same way? „Why are we being kept on separate ships? Aren’t we all heading to the same place?“

If nothing else, being curious might provide answers, no matter how subtle for even rejection contained useful information from time to time and if these people were going to sell both women, they had to make a stop somewhere. Fishing for bits of intelligence wasn’t her strong suit, but it was better than doing nothing whatsoever. With any luck, Aegir would be listening in as well. His mind probably perceived of this exchange as little more than one out of dozens of processes it was running at any given time.

The current state of affairs helped deduce their situation a fair bit although it left a few variables obscured. Between the cultist planet and Va’cha’s last known location were only so many worlds within reach, but there was no telling where exactly the ships were headed in the first place. Vanejin, however, would be too far to make it worth it for just the two of them, no doubt. If only she knew her way around these systems, she may have been able to predict their next stop. Kurgan was another matter entirely, but at least he wouldn’t be discarded.

Should her guard prove uncooperative, Phoebe still wouldn’t quite let him go when he was about to depart. She hadn’t served Fafner and Vespira to be blind to all the signs. It’d be the first time the petite blonde moved a muscle. She brought up both hands, one’s fingertips sliding against the arm holding her chin while the other traced the length of his thigh, first up then back down with a deliberately slow pace.

„You’re eager, but you’re holding back.“ She cooed the words and shuffled closer. For some reason he couldn’t quite make a move on her, almost as if he lacked permission, but Phoebe tempted him now. Small heaps of tender flesh nudged his armor clad legs, her face nearly touching down on his groin directly. „Why does Faulk have permission to touch captives, but you don’t?“

Unbeknownst to him, she was testing the water in other ways as well. Aegir emphasized the importance of steeling her mind. She had a gift and never cared to truly nourish it until he showed what could be done with plenty of practice. These past months weren’t only comprised of sex, but of exercise as well. Some experience here could do her some good. With his weapons set aside, he wouldn’t even notice her trying to gauge its weight by raising it for now. Although it’d be a strain on her mind and unlikely to help considering what she was up against, especially with Viryon on another ship, but it was worth trying nonetheless.

“Probably. Each ship lacks the ability to transport more than one or two people. In the event that the brig is needed for disciplinary reasons it is best that no single vessel is taxed in that capacity.

“Evidently your ship possessed security issues.” He paused as he was touched unaware at what she was trying. The weapon was a strain but lighter than expected not being made of metal but some sort of plastic or light weight material that was durable

[color=#BF00FF] “My guess is Varga. Tellon is possible but unlikely.”

While Aegir was unable to hear those words since he had to rely on tech rather than a node he was able to access her mind, not as he could do in person. He could get a sense of her state of being but could only achieve what she wished to share, something that wouldn't be much of a problem once she turned her mind to it.

There was silence from the psion for now as fingers slipped to the side of her head to dance against an ear. An answer came a moment later.

“He assesses the value of a slave and determines what they are worth, what profits can be expected and so on. We are only allowed to have those slaves that have little value least we brake them.

“If you were of lower quality then you would have been used by the rest of us. Master Faulk has determined that you have value. Unless that changes then you are deemed off limits, Faulk included now.”

Security issues, that was rich coming from him. She could’ve planted the man‘s weapon on the back of his head and pulled the trigger albeit with some difficulty, or simply stunned the man before moving on the others, but there wasn’t much of a point in that. Sensors indicated these ships had a crew of approximately half a dozen people and thus far she’d only come across three of them. Aegir could be of service in dealing with them where they touched down, but there was no guarantee the scaled guard’s guesses were correct in the slightest. At the same time Kurgan and Viryon were on other ships entirely. The isolation pained her after months of staying with them at all times.

As much as it hurt to swallow the bitter truth for now, at least one thing could be taken away from this whole ordeal. The lesson here was that any further guests aboard her ship would be locked up, no matter how low the risk. If she ever got to be free again, that is. As she lowered the weapon again, that thought became ever more prominent. The uncertainty was troubling Phoebe more than anything.

For the moment, communication was key. Aegir was still out there and speaking would be her means of relaying information to the telepath. She could only hope nothing would get lose along the way though the young woman kept playing her part. „You’re going to take us to either Varga or Tellon .. I’m afraid I don’t know where they are.“

All the while, her head dipped to the side and into his caressing digits, shifting about like a cat looking to be stroked and scratched in particular spots. She leaned in close, guiding these fingers along with her until Phoebe‘s soft cheek rubbed against his upper thigh. The petite blonde’s tempting touch skimmed his flesh until it crested the contours of that armor clad package, dancing back and forth across black matter which only concealed a far more desirable slab of dark, scaly meat. A piece of liquorice would do her throbbing tongue some good. „And if I were to challenge those limits and not you?“

She was teasing now, arching her back to jut out her petite breasts and luscious ass though curious as to what the rules entailed. That didn’t keep her from asking whilst her free hand rounded the curve of his firm rear, languidly scanning for ways to undo his armor with a flirtatious grin. „Would that be against the rules, too?“

Aegir had some information at least. Phoebe had some time left to answer whatever he wished to know though the likely destinations of the ship should be enough. Faulk may have been more precise though he most likely wouldn’t have answered her at all. This specimen was gentle by comparison. Though spent from being worked over by Faulk, there was a little enjoyment to be had for the answers he’d provided. „I'm not entirely foreign to being someone else's plaything. I’ve been altered, you see? A past owner of mine is responsible for it. Now, my entire mouth grants me pleasure. The very breath I expend talking to you excites me ..“

“It is close, two or three days depending on the system we go to.” He explained though his mind had not been entirely focused on their destination at the moment. He was straining against his armor and his hand reached back to land on her wrist guiding it up higher where her fingers would rest on a seal on his lower back that loosened the armor making it easy to remove.

I am familiar with those systems. It shall be handled.

“There's no rules against that ...” the guard answered her. Not that it happened. They had not been slavers and did not have potential captives agreeing to take on their jailers. Suffice it to say there had been nothing against that since the situation had never come up before.

Add to that the fact that he had been sexually teased watching what he was denied at a close up and personal matter it would have been impossible for him to refrain from sampling her just a little at least.

“Is that so?” A hand reached down to stroke the softness of her cheek before it helped removing his armor. He was hard alright, though of sizable portions he wasn't as big or thick as Faulk having a narrow member about as wide as a finger and a half. It bobbed before her eyes yearning for attention with each twitch.

Hands worked down to her shoulders resting there. Fingers worked against her shoulders and even stretched out to brush against her neck.

„Two or three days until then .. Hmm ..“ Stripping his armor, he and his physique were slowly revealed. A dark brown wall of scales, much like Faulk, only her pace would be far more delicate this time around. She’d enjoyed the little touches between movements, each of which helped build anticipation for what’s to come. Though unlikely to match the other humanoid Phoebe was far from disappointed.

„I may be small, but I’m not mousy.“ She had no reason to be, not with that throbbing spire lined up right between her eyes when the young woman bent over from the waist up, letting the girth drag across her meanwhile flushed features. Fingers settled around the molten member, languidly pumping the aching length as the girl rubbed her cheek against it, teasing it with the smooth nature of her flesh. „Unless you’d enjoy that more ..“ Glistening eyes flared with desire as they glanced up at the man, drinking him in as she was taking her first fill of his taste as that tongue curled about the underside of his phallus.

From base to tip, Phoebe licked his shuddering pole with little urgency. Scales dug into her trembling tongue, making her eyes flutter in the process. Small, heated gasps soaked the man’s scepter in her first few waves of appreciation though it wasn’t long before she alternated between teasing and teasing him all the more mischievously.

Supple lips grazed the yearning shaft. Her lungs filled with his odor while suckling upon his flesh, lavishing it with attention to the point he looked fit to burst from all the blood pumping into his manhood. A thumb traced against the slit of his cock, back and forth, smearing it with saliva once her lips pressed to his tip for the first time only to recede shortly after. As far as control went, this proved fairly enjoyable, but there were limits to everything.

„Mmmph ..“ Her second descent onto that rod saw him dip into the velvety embrace of her lips, straight into warm and wet depths which collapsed around him the moment her expertise truly showed. An intense tightness stole over him with every inch Phoebe’s mouth devoured, coupled with vibrations roused from those low moans until she and his crotch flushed together for the first time. She took him in fully, then paused with eyes at half mast beaming up at the man towering before her.

Whether he required a break or not, Phoebe waited to see if he’d rather begin moving than let her handle the pace though the shapely blonde would keep to slow and steady movements if that wasn’t the case. She’d take her sweet time tending to him, relishing the fact her tongue had the pleasure of a prolonged workout with such a scaled member.

That’s not to say all her excitement didn’t clash with the girl’s spirit, laden with apprehension. Two or three days, he said. Two or three days without Kurgan and Viryon. And then what? Would Aegir make it? What if she was sold while Viryon wasn’t? What if it was the other way around? What if they made it, but Kurgan was long gone?

At least these people wouldn’t keep her. Not that it’d make her forget what fate that woman sentenced them to. Lysiss Falcrest. If they ever encountered one other again while Phoebe had the upper hand, she’s going to wish nothing bad ever happened between them.

He had considered her words as tempting as they were. If she came across as meek there had been no chance for him to hold back as tempting as she was otherwise. So it was best that she had remained in control, he wouldn't be responsible for violating their rule even in this moment of weakness so his punishment if they were caught should be far lighter.

Receiving head after all that pent up tension from earlier was far more acceptable than sampling all her wares as pleasant as that would be. His hands balled up into fists for a second then one reached back behind her head lightly holding it.

“No, no, carry on as you ahhh!”

That tongue was a delightful tease. It was no surprise that she managed to coax precum from his throbbing tip as she got to truly taste him before continuing on with that mouth of hers. It was tough to keep still, tougher still than grabbing a shock of her hair and forcing her on that rod faster, to fuck the shit out of that mouth … but even that was not without risk if someone even suspected that she had been misused he could be in hot water.

Not long after she had devoured him in full did he roar out, trying to mute that roar as much as possible but unable to do it. Fortunately no one was close enough to hear it which supplied her with some information. No other guards were assigned to her or near enough to respond, maybe she would be kept here alone or this man would be the sole guard in the area. That didn't change much but it was additional information nonetheless.

Rather than extract himself from her lips though after copious amounts of his seed fired out in delayed spurts she was allowed to continue with that hand stroking the back of her head. He was less sensitive than a mammalian species but had his limits.

After a few more minutes of this he had to pull away. He was still hard and throbbing, that tip drizzling some of his cum. Grinning down at her he assisted her up to her feet then picked her up by the hips.

With his armor hindering his movements he shuffled off towards the slab that served as a bed sitting her down on it. Then descending to his knees he took a breast in his mouth while fondling the other. Moving on from that his hands dropped to her thighs parting them as he moved lower, his mouth trailing kisses down her chest, his tongue swirling against her clit then moving lower sliding over that slit before gradually inserting it inside her core getting a taste of her all the while recovering as that throb slowed down but still pulsed out of excitement.

Gobbling him up was nothing short of heaven in the flesh. She cooed, moaned and whimpered the more his scales dug into her tongue and tingled the woman’s greedily puckered lips. Her lips tingled with delight, always aching for more. She lost herself to devouring him, shuddering with glee all the way through. Phoebe tensed, her fingers digging into dark flesh while fighting the urge to pleasure her own needy self.

That roar brought more goosebumps to her shapely frame. Thick jets of molten ecstasy rewarded her efforts, at which point the petite blonde slowed to relish every last drop. Such potent, creamy delights splashed into her waiting maw, every bob of her head timed with these delightful eruptions that caked her taste buds and throat in pure masculinity. There was a lot to drink, much for the purring kitten to lap up and allow to collect in an empty stomach. She let her tongue dance against the hot throbbing vein along his spire, tormenting him until the end. His inner thighs were caressed all the while, toying with him even in the heights of bliss before Phoebe started all over again.

Slow at first, then quickened movements before calming down some, the luscious blonde would’ve sucked him dry if not for him unsheathing himself from moaning lips. Her warm, wet tongue lashed out at the drooling tip, curled about the underside of that firm crown with decisive licks to clean him up. Glassy eyes gazed up expectantly in their half lidded state, revealing her continued enthusiasm for the task.

Once picked up, there was no ignoring the puddle of clear juices which pooled had on the floor. With that tongue of hers she was blessed and cursed alike though right then and there it was nothing but divine to taste him. She came at one point though her devotion wouldn’t allow a moment of respite.

„Nnnh .. Ahh!“ Perky nips throbbed in his grasp. Sweet nectar drenched her supple thighs and caked the petals to her blooming flower in a glistening film. She quaked, unable to resist those kisses though her head dipped back with a squeal as he assaulted her love pearl, the bundle of nerves having long since emerged from hiding.

Shards of electricity shot through her with every touch. The initial insertion forced her every cell to consulve and quiver as if to seal the guard’s tongue inside her core. She could barely keep her hips from jolting whenever he struck a tender spot within her velvety depths, and it wasn’t long before a hand of hers latched onto his shoulder while the other settled on the back of the man’s head as if to keep him in place.

There was no hiding her bliss now, nothing to muffle her cries as he claimed her in such a fashion. Her cheeks were flushed, her body burning up with erotic heat. Her toes were curling up by the time her legs wrapped around his head, allowing him to feast on the twitching nethers for as long as he wished.

She found that he had been quite good at this task having a great deal of practice at this or some intuitive skill as he pressed that muscle into her tight sheath over and over again. Her clit getting plenty of attention.

Further he was in no rush, had she considered it she might have felt he was going to be her guard since there was no tension of getting caught or having to be somewhere. Perhaps he just got lost in what he was doing rewarded by all those squeals and moans.

Indeed that tight body made it shameful that he could not try it out for himself at least once but he still refrained from partaking in it even if he did use a single finger pressing it into her depths and swirling it around in there as if stirring a drink with that finger. He was slow, the scales of that finger scrapping against her while he drank greedily from her tits alternating between them, even capturing her mouth and doing battle with her tongue.

Afterward when she had thought he had finished with her he had her stand up, hands against the wall and her ass out. Kneeling down behind her his hands squeezed her ass cheeks while his tongue swished between them, tickled her anus and licked and teased her. While he did so his hands gradually moved from her ass. One played with her clit while the other teased the outside of her sex, toying with that labia then inserted itself inside her. That finger gradually getting faster timing things with her own build up and going faster then only slowing when it seemed she was close. Then that build up started all over again. This went on for a bit until he accidentally pushed her too far allowing her to cum.

Once he had he drew away but was quite hard again so he sat on that bench until she finished him off before he left her in that cell. Her new clothes were there and she was left to her own devices for a bit until her guard returned with a meal.

It wasn't the best she would have nor was it the worst either. It was far better than she would have expected as a slave. With the meal he brought a device capable of playing music in order to pass the time.

He was not stationed outside the cell but in a nearby room where she imagined he had other duties to perform but he was in earshot should she need him. At one stage he returned looking at her from outside the cell, studying her. He was holding something, the small rectangular device some sort of camera or recorder she thought based on what she saw of tech in the galaxy.

“I'm opening the door. You will not try anything?” Physically he wasn't worried about anything. In fact he had no weapons on him this time only the device. Hitting a key pad he brought down the force field covering the door then stepped inside holding up the device so she could clearly see it.

“I wanted to take a few pictures ...” he began. “I'm to take you to the bridge in a few hours.”

Serving him had become such a rush, a rollercoaster of sensations with its exhilirating highs and anticipation infusing lows until her petite frame shuddered delightly beneath wave upon wave of orgasmic glee. Her breaths were hot and heavy, lapping against the wall as her fingers seemingly attempted to dig into the ship’s metal husk. She could barely stand when he pushed her over the edge, but falling to her knees wasn’t all too undesirable when he’d offered her that hot throbbing spire to suck on and devour until copious jets of molten semen splattered against the back of her throat.

Glistening faintly in the light, the young woman had worked up a sweat from their intense workout though it was well worth it. At long last, her mouth finally had a chance to rest from being tormented by that scaled member over and over again.

In due time, the blanket had been spread out on the slab that was her bed. She sat upon it, having finished her meal some time ago. Skimpy black clothes graced her body, hugging even her petite frame nice and tight. In spite of Phoebe’s small breasts, they were partially exposed to the cooler air around them. If they had captured anyone more endowed, she had her doubts it’d cover everything up to a woman’s areolae.

Yet Phoebe had more blatant blessings in other ways. Snug as it was, her shapely rear filled out the form fitting fabric exquisitely. The supple flesh appeared to bulge from the edges of her outfit in various spots, hinting at the bounty of succulent flesh her bust had been lacking. It’d have been difficult to ignore the sway of her hips in general and not soak in the sinful embrace of her given attire.

Still, the better part of her time had been spent listening to the alien tunes her jailor provided. As a whole, the ride turned out to be quite comfortable, better than any slave could probably expect, but that didn’t change the facts. Phoebe hurt a great deal on the inside. Depending on how this turned out, she and the others may not reunite at all. The possibility was there. She didn’t look forward to the conclusion, but there was no avoiding it.

At some point the guard came back. She got up to face him, fingers intertwined as hands rested calmly in her lap. She did her best to stand upright in spite of the rather hard slab making her legs hurt a little, always trying to look her best. Shaking her head no, there was no reason to worry about her trying anything. Not that she couldn’t have done something before. It just wouldn’t have led anywhere.

Eyes flicked to the device he carried. Another trip to the bridge in the coming hours was expected. Faulk mentioned last time was a trial run. While he wouldn’t call her a slave, she was still a captive to be cherished. She never doubted he’d call her back for more. Patrons often fancied her in the past, even if they didn’t have a whole lot of tit flesh to toy with whenever she serviced them.

„You want to take pictures of me?“ She brought her eyes back on him, curious as to what he’d do with them. A private collection? Something to help announce her upcoming sale? Whatever the case, this was actually a first for the former agent. „Should I pose, or .. What do you have in mind?“

“You can pose if you like.” He took numerous snaps of her regardless if she posed or not. They were tasteful, not that he would complain any should she choose to strip. He never recommended the option but if she suggested it he went with it.

After he had been done he thanked her, then felt her up a little cupping her breasts beneath her outfit. Smoothing scale hands against her sides and even making out with her a little. But he did not press matters further than that unless she did.

In time he had her cleaned up once more after feeding her. Then it was back to the bridge. The expectations for her to do something had been in her head or was it? She was made to kneel at the side of Faulk where her head was occasionally stroked like a pet.

These aliens spoke in their language so it was tough to figure out what they were saying, simple ship operations and commands. Faulk's time was spent analyzing a datapad for the most part though she heard him ask a question or was it a command? She did catch the word Tellon in there so it was a good chance that that was there destination. It was hard to say for certain. She was transferred to Faulk's lap at one point and for the most part she was here as some sort of trophy.

Outside of having to give him head a few times her duties had been just to remain present. Evidently he enjoyed her mouth and was getting plenty of service out of it before turning her over.

When the evening ended and Faulk retired to his chambers she was taken back to her cell by the same guard, supplied with her evening meal soon after and left alone for the most part. Had she asked she would find out that the decision was made to head to Tellon. Something was happening at Varga that Faulk did not wish to get caught up in.

In any case it would be a few days to arrive at her destination. The following day was much the same with the bulk of the evening spent on the bridge either doing nothing or pleasing Faulk with her mouth, hands and tongue.

Her jailer demanded no less, or rather implied such things without ordering her on. She could feel the frustration within him, could even hear him more than a few times in the adjoining room masturbating probably to those very pictures he took of her earlier. So frustrating having her so close and unable to do much with her, it was clear that he was afraid of her on some level, not physically of course,

The next few days stretched on for some time. Whether on her knees or on the man’s lap, Faulk demanded her full, undivided attention. A stroke here, another intimate favor there, it didn’t take much to determine her place though the latter set her mouth on fire time and time again. She loathed to admit her body quaked not because of disgust, but the most intense rush of pleasure. Those scales could’ve kept her cumming for hours on end and nothing would ever change that.

Yet the fact Vespira treated her a lot worse for even the slightest offense allowed her to hide what others could not. When Faulk treated her like a pet, her expression did not change. Phoebe didn’t tense, shiver or wince away from the sensations which in itself felt quite pleasant more often than not. She kept her gaze lowered, hands settled on her milky thighs while listening to the various commands and statements of their alien tongue.

It didn’t tell her much, but the mention of Tellon revealed something she could pass on to Aegir later. There was no need to chance it and send someone to both likely destinations, not when her captor clearly stated they were headed for one and not the other.

However, with compliance came doubt. Faulk enjoyed her presence. Her jailer did much the same. The whole thing was starting to feel as though Faulk attempted to groom her for more permanent service though that may just be her imagination running wild the closer to Tellon they actually got. Aside from waiting things out, what could Phoebe really do? It became increasingly difficult to believe the situation could work out well at one point or another.

But, the petite blonde had other thoughts while sitting in her cell, listening to the music her jailer provided. She could hear him through each tune, even clearer following the slightest intermission. The pictures of her may be the reason for these sounds, each produced by unsatisfied cravings, although Phoebe hadn’t posed when he took them. Her current outfit tended to reveal enough to arouse one’s appetite, and it showed given his enthusiasm even in her absence. In spite of his blatant needs, he never showed up outside of cleaning her up and providing a meal from time to time.

She hadn’t seen any cameras here though they may be hidden. A foolish mistake, she hadn’t thought of that. It may be some level of fear that kept him away though if there were any images of her lifting his weapon they may be enough to deter him for a while. Not that he was permitted to touch her in the first place, but the fact he stayed away completely relayed some measure of caution.

Phoebe stood when he showed up to bring her meal, languidly straightening her scantily clad attire in the process. Before he even had a chance to disable the barrier between them, she chose to speak up first. „You should know that I can hear you from here.“ Perhaps it was the simple fact she was curious as to what drove him away, or an interest in his response to her finding out he was performing more than just guard duty. They weren’t going anywhere, after all.

Things could have been far worse for her but fortunately these things did not have it in mind to send her through the wringer save on her first day were her skills as a sex slave were appraised. Her duties were light for the most part limited to half days so it was nothing that she could not handle. She had been placed through far worse.

Perhaps Faulk wanted to keep her. That was unclear but it seemed that Lysiss was getting her way as they were still approaching Tellon. Maybe it was the farthest of the two and Faulk was enjoying his time with her while it lasted.

When her jailer went to see her he paused. Those alien features had been difficult to read. He couldn't blush but did glance down and away with his eyes for a brief moment.

“Noted.” He stated after a moment then opened up her cell bringing in her meal. He did not seem weary of her at least as far as being overpowered by her. However there was a clear reason why he had been staying away from her. Masturbating to those personal pictures he had taken no doubt. Yet hesitant to take on the real thing except when she made a move on him and even then he showed some restraint.

“We should be reaching our destination some time in the morning or the next day at the latest. From what I hear they have an auction lined up with some high rollers unsavory types with lots of expendable credits.”

An amusing reaction, really, if only rendered somewhat bleak under the circumstances. She bared her teeth with a grin when he looked away, but recovered in time for him not to notice anything. Well, hopefully. Not that there was any reason to worry. A moment of weakness, nothing more, caused her to start with something more daring than usual though her guard had to have expected it by now. His actions couldn’t be overheard.

Phoebe lowered her head in silence, a token of gratitude for the meal before stepping back up to what served as her bed. „That’s to be expected. I wouldn’t expect anything less from these places.“ The woman’s remark had a touch of revulsion to it, but her expression never showed it. For the most part, she’d trained enough to hide it early on. Shimmering eyes flicked to him while her fingers drummed the edge of the blanket covered surface, then patted it by the time Phoebe’s sumptuous rump settled on the soft cover, inviting him to join.

There was no command, let alone much of a statement which demanded he followed her invitation. She knew her place. She knew just as well how much he fancied her, at least physically. A certain measure of pleasant company never hurt anyone and there was no shame in making her stay slightly more appealing for as long as it lasted.

Whatever her jailor chose to do, Phoebe proceeded to take a bit of her meal. Swallowing it made her flinch and close her eyes for a moment. Again, those altered cells filled her with such glee. It could be the most mediocre meal imaginable, but the wealth of erotic heat struck her with such intensity. She had a hard time concealing her enjoyment though that didn’t prevent the faintest blush to creep over her cheeks in little time.

Taking a moment to soothe her senses with a deep breath, Phoebe looked over to her scaly visitor. „I’m not worried about these people though. They won’t be the first or last to place a bid on me .. To be honest, my greatest concern lies with the fate of my companions. Kurgan will be staying with your comrades for whatever they need him, but the woman .. She and I could be separated for a long time.“

Viryon would be near impossible to find if Aegir couldn’t make it in time, assuming he or whatever vessel he sent would care to purchase the two of them together. She couldn’t help but wonder, and it hurt to think about it. A constant reminder pulsed through her mind, and the damn thing sure as hell wouldn’t shut up about it although that wasn’t helping anyone. After everything she’s been through, how ironic would it be if losing her friends was the one thing to break her again after all this time?

She nearly scoffed at the thought though cast a fleeting glance at her captor instead. „At least I won’t be stuck in one and the same place anymore. That’s got to be a huge relief for you .. No more guard duty and all that.“