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 The Search (for Phoebe) 
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„Ahhhhnnn!“ Surging hips showered the petite blonde in love beyond comprehension. „Nnuuhnn .. Unnghh! Oh God!“ From one moment to the next, her head shot up with jubilant cries, rising or dipping depending on whether her body was being pounded from below or yanked back onto her jailor‘s shuddering spire. She was bouncing on his eager girth, stripped of every sliver of control she once had as her every velvety fold erupted in a fountain of smoldering heat.

„Yes .. Yes! Fuck me more! Y-You’re driving me crazy!“ Scales scraped against her wet walls, digging into tingling patches of nerves which had begged for attention since they started their little game. In turn, their loving embrace consumed him whole. She tightened about him, making each ravenous ascent all the more difficult though he easily crushed whatever resistance her body could muster. Whatever futile attempt of gyrating back against him ensued, Phoebe found he set the pace with ease, taking the reins he ever so rightfully earned.

The crescendo of her moans was an all too familiar sound as her body had been on edge for far too long to endure his vicious thrusts. Her insides clenched and relaxed, their rhythmic contractions growing ever more chaotic until that unyielding shaft drowned her addled mind in pure ecstasy. „Gonna .. gonna .. Auuugghh!“

Sweet nectar drooled from violently convulsing cheeks. Her face twisted into an expression of overwhelming bliss, complete with flushed cheeks and tears amassing in her eyes. It’s been a long time since she made such a mess as her juices squirted from their colliding bodies, followed by ever lewd squelching sounds as these desperate folds were hungrily sucking on every inch of man meat he had on offer.

Phoebe’s mouth hung open in awe. Rapid, feverish breaths matched the pace of their union. Her erect teats throbbed in the same excited beat of her heart. „I’m cumming! I’m still cumming! I-I can’t stop!“ Her eyes rolled back, the rapid succession of the woman’s orgasmic heights finally granting her every cell what she craved above all else.

Such prolonged denial made the experience all the more intense. Where one climax ended and another began, the seamless transition from one to the next was too much for the blonde’s lust drunken mind to bear. She didn’t care whether he could get himself to stop, or bothered to pause in order to decide whether that’d be enough of a memory he wished to capture on film. The former agent was simply hoping to ride this wave until even he couldn’t sustain it anymore.

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Sheer bliss assailed him as those hips rose below her in frantic need. Teased he only looked forward to this despite the sensitivity that embraced him. Those cries only enticed him further as he yanked her back down over his scepter.

Learning just where she enjoyed being touched after some experimentation he focused on one spot in particular as he surged inside those tight confines. That wetness making his passage easier. His head fell back and the camera slide to the floor as he roared out again this time firing deep inside her.

But even that had not halted him. Every second felt painful and blissful at the same time. He endured as much as he could every throb of that member pressing more cum inside her. He was more than backed up it seemed.

Then seizing her hips tightly when he could take no more he held himself within her deeply as she tightened and relaxed against that throbbing member. “Ahhh … ahhh ...” he gasped from below.

“I needed that.”

He eventually shifted rolling to his side and easing her to the floor where he pulled out of her nice and slow. A hand caressing her ass small claws scratching against her flesh. It only took him a few moments to recover, given what he had endured already that seemed impossible but needless to say he was rolling her onto her back, feasting on those small orbs as he climbed over her driving back into her.

This would repeat again and again, pressing her to a wall or on her bunk. Each time he only needed a few minutes to catch his breath before coming at her again until she was no longer able to maintain consciousness.

When she woke the smell of chemicals hit her nose. The cell was cleaned, she was as well. She was naked though her clothes remained folded in a corner of the cell. Not long after she had dressed her jailer would arrive holding a pair of binders as he opened the door.

“It is time,” he announced, though he did not need the binders it must have been protocol. He attached them so that her arms were in front of her body before she was escorted to the cargo hold where Faulk had been waiting.

Faulk eyed her then took her chin in his hand staring into her eyes then turning her head this way and that as he examined her. “You might go in the private auction. If not there's still the auction itself. I have no doubt that you will sell. However ...” he broke off his own train of thought activating the painful electrical jolt in her collar with his remote. “Let's go.”

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The cycle commenced until fatigue lulled her mind in darkness. In her dreams, however, he came at her with renewed vigor. Mounting him, shoved down and ravaged like an animal, the scenes were a blur of wondrous erotic abundance. She ached for attention beyond the physical realm. The experience, vivid and merciless in its intensity, brought wave upon wave of mind wracking bliss.

At one point, her swollen albeit petite globes were flanked by clawed digits. She caught a glimpse of white fur before a rough squeeze forced her head to shoot toward the ceiling. Yellow eyes widened in surprise only to flutter as one warm body had been replaced by two as her head tilted to one side, and the rough texture of her most beloved white wolf dragged across her exposed neck. Kurgan’s name barely slipped past the young woman‘s trembling lips before he and the scaled warden pressed into the blonde’s sheath and rear, flooding her senses with unmatched ecstasy.

Phoebe blinked in confusion when she came to in her cell. That initial thrust had roused her from slumber. She got dressed, as was expected of her. When the guard came into view, she realized this was it before the mention of it ever reached her ears. There was no going back now, and deep down she’d hoped Kurgan could forgive her for leaving him with these people.

The cool air in the cargo hold caressed her peachy thighs as they made their way to Faulk. It seemed to crawl into every crevice of the tight, revealing slave dress that constricted beautifully about her flesh with every breath she took and every step she made, giving her goosebumps. As her nipples protruded into the dark fabric, a faint blush stole over her features. Though she was feeling a bit chilly none of that really mattered. The coming auction would decide her fate here.

When she was brought to a halt before Faulk, her anchor piercing settled upon her smooth belly. They had not yet removed it, whether gentle or by force, something she was more than thankful for. With any luck it’d remain with her for some time.

Of course, the blonde captive brought no attention to it or anything else that transpired as Faulk took her in. She let herself be examined without protest. Their eyes met for a moment until hers averted and dipped to the floor, displaying submission.

„Kyyyaaaaaa!“ The shock came as a surprise. There was no need to use it on her before, nor was there any point in doing so now. For a moment, her muscles were unable to obey her commands, but rather left to tense and quiver uncontrollably. She winced and jerked away from him instinctively, trembling amid the aftermaths of such vile punishment. But, that was the extent of her response. She knew better than to tell him that shocking her was unnecessary, that no mistakes were made and she’d obey at all costs. Faulk already knew that much.

Instead, Phoebe followed him diligently though the first few steps were more stumbling than anything else as the shocks still pervaded her being in ever diminishing potency. „Your faith in my abilities honors me, Master Faulk. I’ll do my best to sell for a high price.“ She did her best to keep an eye out for the men her guard had mentioned earlier, along with any potential signs of Aegir’s own animate extension on the planet.

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“Let that serve as a reminder that escape is futile.” Lead to a hover van she had been loaded into the back along with a single guard. Spirited away she had only a brief look at the spaceport.

The hanger that they were in had been large and it looked busy with these strange purple skinned hairless smooth skinned aliens tending to the ship refueling it and busy restocking it, removing the waste and so forth. Standard fair for a port.

She was taken to a warehouse seeing a little more of the planet when she was transferred to it from the van. The sky here was a deep orange in color and there were two suns, one being distant and quite smaller.

Gravity seemed about standard here and the air was cleaner than many planets out on the rim of the galaxy. Inside the warehouse were various slaves each with whatever handler wrangled them up and guards. It was clear that each set of guards had been assigned to watch particular slaves, the ones that they had brought.

Only one guard and Faulk had accompanied her, the later going off to deal with some of the slavers and patrons that had been present. She could see that the bulk of the slaves had the look of being in this role for some time, slaves that were top notch.

Most were alien women or near-humans. Looking she spied Viryon on the opposite side of the room along with Faulk who was speaking to an ally from one of the other vessels that had attacked her. Of course she was unable to cross the room to get to her nor shout out to her, not unless she wanted another shock.

The slaves were formed into a long line for inspection, the guards at the back wall out of the way as Raleigh and his Hel'Corian bodyguard arrived walking among them.

Raleigh looked like a human, albeit a well dressed overweight one that walked with a gold walking stick. He wore a monocle too but hardly spared the humans a glance as he headed to the other side of the room where more prospects awaited him.

The bodyguard primarily paid attention to Raleigh though on occasion his eye drifted to one slave or another.

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Scanning the competition from the corner of her eyes, the petite blonde found them to be far beyond competitive in more ways than one. Throughout her time working side by side with Vespira’s slaves, being trained and used by them in equal measure, Phoebe had developed an eye for which fulfilled their roles for greater lengths of time. These women were high quality slaves, ones who could sweeten a man’s day with but a wink that’d pulse through his body in an unyielding cascade of excitement.

Alluring and endowed with greater blessings than the shortest among them could hope for, the fact she was even put on display certainly roused a gnawing shard of shame that buried itself in the back of her mind. It was no secret many patrons pursued looks above talent. She wouldn’t get to prove herself despite being told by others how cute her face was, dripping with their seed, but the whole situation was made worse by the fact the others were not only drop dead gorgeous, but undoubtedly skilled in the art of serving a man’s or woman’s senses all they craved for.

Aside from that, however, there was no reason to concede defeat. Raleigh’s indifference towards humans was to be expected. She didn’t pay him much mind, as he was far from desirable and not even her current target. A stout creature, that one, human looking yet unlikely to be one, with few enticing qualities. It was a good thing he’d ignored her in favor of some other, misfortunate soul.

While Viryon may be selected, there was no guarantee, but she had to commit to the plan all the same. Admittedly, her companion tended to be a bit slow, but her appearance was far from undesirable. Chances were high things played out just as anticipated.

The shock collar prevented her from doing anything too extraordinary, but even standing still would suffice for what the lovely blonde had in mind. Deep, drawn out breaths passed slightly parted lips, tingling her manipulated cells in the sweetest fashion with little more than air passing over them. Naturally, the poor girl was salivating at the faintest hint of oral activity. Phoebe’s tongue ground against teeth, cheeks and palate, anything to stimulate these tender patches of nerves. As more heat and crimson color rushed to her face, blood pumped into the woman’s hidden teats until their puffy shapes became visible as protrusions within her attire.

She fought the urge to rub her thighs together while looking for eye contact with the Hel’Corian though her plush, silken thighs quivered almost unnoticeably given how much she forced her arousal to rise higher and higher. The point wasn’t to torture herself, but to stand out from the crowd. With this achieved, she had to do little more than wait for his focus to settle on her, if only for a moment.

The strain proved enormous from the distance, but the woman’s gaze met his and dipped to a lower portions of the bodyguard’s garments, urging him to follow. An object, whether it be a simple button or a holster’s latch coming undone, Phoebe made it happen right then and there. Whether he caught on or not was a game of chance, but it definitely made her rise above the crowd in her efforts to give him something, anything to let him know she happened to be special among the humans. Of course, it could always backfire. She may be deemed to much of a risk to be of any use though it was worth a try to play her hand while she still had the chance.

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“I'll take all the nonhumans,” she could hear Raleigh from across the room as he made a sweeping gesture over the other slaves. He must have said something to the Hel'Corian who then looked back to the other side of the room when she made contact with his eyes.

Maybe it was along the lines of getting something for himself. Whatever the case Raleigh departed with one of the slavers to finalize things leaving the reptilian to fix up his holster then proceed back across the room.

At first it didn't seem that her ploy worked. He gazed over the slaves again then stopped in front of her. His golden eyes dipped down her body then back up. It was clear that her arousal was on display for him.

“You're rather small,” he appraised, looked at her then moved along again not expecting her to answer. He had taken in the slaves and when Raleigh returned he moved toward him where the pair had a whispered conversation.

Guards were already taking the nonhumans away and some were getting ready to do the same with the humans. Faulk was stopped and waved over by Raleigh. Raleigh, Faulk and the Hel'Corian seemed to be discussing something before she was brought over to them.

“Just what can you do my dear?”

Raleigh noticed that she was aroused, the dip of his eyes showed that but there was disinterest there … at least in so much as her appeal. The other two men were another matter though Faulk had not been the one that she was trying to impress.

They let her list her talents. There were comments about her size, that she wouldn't serve much of a chance in the arena or in personal combat. Apparently, from what she gathered, the Hel'Corian preferred to fight his slaves or have them fight others.

The three discussed things in private for about half a minute then she was bought as well sent out with the other nonhumans were all the slaves were loaded up in a trailer that was furnished and even carpeted.

There were no guards present in the truck but the doors were locked. Inside there were even small fridges with snacks, even a small bar and a bathroom. Here during the trip she was able to mingle with her fellow slaves. Only Viryon seemed to have no experience.

This whole set up wasn't what one would have suspected. There was no telling where they were going or how much time they would have but for the time being she could have a few words with her fellow co-pilot.

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Suffering through denial for any period of time had to be the worst of it all. She seemed to be downright thrilled once the men singled her out from the other humans and happily provided answers amidst the sheer agonizing erotic hell her body was going through. There would have been no greater relief to service one of them right then and there, but that pleasure wouldn’t be hers that time.

Whatever concerns they had, they weren’t enough to abandon one of the few enticing playthings to the masses which had yet to be able to place a bid. She and Viryon wouldn’t be separated. Unfortunately, Aegir hadn’t been filled on on her change of plans. Still, the pain of taking another loss would’ve been too much. These were her only friends for a while now, and the scaled specimen hadn’t been on her own since that other telepath was taken care of. Abandoning her now would be indefensible.

After being taken away, it was a good thing they were unlikely to leave the planet immediately given their means of transportation. Treated like cargo, they were ushered into a trailer though it was by no means lacking in luxury. The whole place was hardly undesirable by any standard.

However, everyone’s purpose here seemed fairly obvious after everything Phoebe had to face in the past. Seeking Viryon among them, all she could think about was how little she and Kurgan involved her back on the ship. The lizard’s appearance would’ve roused many an excited bundle of nerves, but Phoebe never even thought about getting intimate with her fellow pilot. She’d be lost to some degree, no doubt, and a slave without training may receive more attention in one way or another. With any luck they wouldn’t focus on her all too much, but the woman’s health and safety was no longer fully in the human’s hands.

She made sure to be recognized even though she was the only human aboard before cupping one of the woman’s cheeks, looking up at her in an ever caring albeit worried manner. Nothing could sweeten the deal they got, not even the fact they were together for the time being. Viryon was Raleigh’s whereas Phoebe proved sufficient for the Hel’Corian with him. If anything, the petite blonde suspected they were delaying the inevitable.

It hurt to speak through the intense sense of neglect which came over her, but it had to be done. She did her best to comfort her companion as she explained what was likely going to happen, and what Viryon should do to endure. All the while, a lone thumb caresses her cheek. „Nothing I say or do will make it any better, so I’ll just say this .. Please, try not to arouse any sort of attention. Just blend in and don’t do anything that makes you stand out .. Obey your master, no matter what. I don’t want to see you hurt. Trust me, it’ll be better this way.“

„And whatever you do, I want you to remember this won’t last forever. I’ll do my best to try and find a way out for the both of us. I won’t leave you to suffer now as I wouldn’t leave you back on that asteroid.“ Already, Phoebe scanned the trailer for isolated areas. The bathroom offered a certain degree of privacy. There was no telling how long they’d be confined to this place, or where they were headed exactly, and she needed to speak where none could hear her relay information to Aegir.

She loathed contacting him at the time. The whole thing probably made her seem far too demanding to a being that could invade her mind in an instant. Asking him for aid and then botching the initial plan didn’t do her any favors. She couldn’t rely on him forever. It’s as if she wasn’t really trying to be saved from whatever fate Raleigh had in store for everyone in the trailer. Then again, perhaps her time with Fafner gave her the impression he’d likely care little for anyone outside of the blonde herself. She could do nothing but hope he’d even care to listen to her right now.

Shimmering green eyes flicked to Viryon’s once more. Her voice was trembling, as were her hands as they embraced the lovely female. She was choking down the rush of emotional anguish at the thought of letting her go. „Just be strong for me, will you?“

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Some of the veteran slaves took to their surroundings. Sitting on sofas, relaxing or partaking of the beverages and snacks provided. There was little that they could do at the time and no one was bold enough to attempt escape from the moving truck.

All in all their surroundings showed off Raleigh's wealth. If his slaves traveled like honored guests rather than chattel maybe things wouldn't be so bad at least if they did not cause any problems.

Finding Viryon was easy now. There were no guards holding her back, nor did any of her fellow slaves bother with the lone human. She did get the occasion look and could see the question behind their eyes. Just why had she been selected?

Viryon seemed confused by her words. Her simple mind had been a blank slate for the most part. Learning what her creator wished and later learning the things she was taught. Slavery was alien to her though she understood captivity and what went along with it.

She did not need to understand everything, she knew enough and nodded at the conclusion of her words. “I will not cause a scene. Are you well?”

She gazed at her noting her arousal. Kept in the dark about such things she learned that the doctor tended to treat Phoebe whenever her color changed too much or those aerolea puffed out like they were now. Kurgan was absent now and she wondered if any of the others had any sort of medical knowledge.

“Not forever? The asteroid was not forever.”
She had not anticipated being freed. That cage had been her entire world and she knew nothing outside of a few rooms in the pyramid she had been found in. There was nothing else before then that she recalled. Like now she could not envision what the future would entail but she was confident that they'd make it through this.

“Where's Kurgan? I have not seen him since the ship.”
She asked looking for him as if he had been present and she had just overlooked him.

The bathroom was barely occupied. It got some use, especially with the trip being a long one and some of the others drinking. Using that place should give her plenty of time alone if need be. For the time being she could bring her fellow co-pilot up to speed on what was going on.

It might have been a bit risky to mention Aegir out in the open. The other slaves accepted their role. She would notice too that many of them were older. Not terribly old but far from young. Thirties for the most part, each striking her as being in captivity for some time, long enough to accept and embrace the roles that were established. She and Viryon were the odd ones out being younger than the others. So Raleigh had a thing for the older slaves, perhaps Raleigh had no taste for training his slaves or just preferred older models that were still young enough to appeal to the eye. It was tough to know what caught his eye at this stage, she knew he preferred nonhumans but didn't seem to discriminate given that he bought all of them that were available. Then again he could be the sort where money really didn't matter to him.

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The other slaves were but some of many. Their glances meant nothing. They were meaningless, as most things in captivity were. She cared little for what price she fetched other than sprinkling a bit more sugar on her relationship with Faulk by promising him a decent amount before becoming part of the auction. All she truly cared for was standing right in front of her, along with the lone wolf she had to leave behind.

It hurt to be unable to make her understand. Simpler phrases would have to do. She loathed having to be more straightforward than explain her current state of mind, albeit poorly, but Viryon’s unique makeup made it a necessity. The whole prospect of having her protege perform any kind of sexual acts disturbed the blonde to the core, not that it could be helped, but it would’ve disturbed her more if she was the one to show the scaly beauty what those were and how to do it. Not even her arousal, which bordered on erotic torture by then, could’ve made her stoop so low.

In fact, Phoebe established she happened to be quite well. It was a lie, of course, but it’d keep her from wandering around looking for help for the human’s condition. For a short while, Phoebe just filled her in on recent events, along with the fact Kurgan stayed back with the other aliens. As for why, she wouldn’t be able to provide much of an answer, hoping to keep Viyron from thinking poorly of him.

Speaking for an extended period of time really put her on edge. Sweat beaded up on her forehead, and her small tender bosom seemed to be burning up with molten warmth amidst the raging wildfires that spread throughout her core. She often figured it’d be enough to make her reach release though until today neither she nor her companions ever got her to this point. The mere act of walking to the bathroom for some peace and quiet became a burden greater than few things she’d faced in the recent past.

Still, there was no one else with the means to contact Aegir. Though it may displease him, it was the one thing left for her to do before simply being forced to wait it out. Whatever happened next would likely be at the end of their ride in this moving, luxurious lounge.

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In her heightened state she managed to get to the bathroom after that exchange. Fortunately Phoebe wasn't pressed nor did the other slaves bother to deal with her. She could over hear talk about their new Master, gossip about his wealth and speculations on what their new roles would be.

Using the anchor piercing she reached out across the stars focusing on Aegir. Contact came soon after her initial attempt as she felt an awareness within her mind, an alien presence that was not her own. It didn't feel hostile, in fact it didn't feel like anything at all just the feeling that he was there.

It wasn't necessary to give an update of what was going on but he allowed her to do so. It would have been easy for him to take the information from her mind but unless he knew what he was searching for that could have taken more effort then necessary.

Tellon. My agent is already on his way. Unlike me he needs ships to travel the stars so he cannot be there instantly. Still, sit tight.

Not that she had much of a choice. He sensed something on her mind, something he could not ignore.

Kurgan? You seek to get him back as well?
There was a lengthy pause. After all the matter had been about getting her out of this jam. She had some value, but as far as the others went that had not been discussed.

Perhaps they would be interested in working for me … tell me about your progress with the current stone or lack thereof.
He guided her thoughts again reviewing the information she provided even if it was not forthcoming he had her thinking about it making it easier to access should he have the need of doing.

Just as she finished up there was a knock on the door. Someone needed to use the rest room and thus Aegir's presence faded from her mind. It was probably for the best since it wasn't long before they reached their destination exiting the truck they came out onto the grounds of a lavish mansion. There was a wall surrounding the place and a fountain in the yard.

Taken to the home the slaves were first brought to a well stocked medical facility where they each were given routine physicals then sent off to have their measurements taken before being shown to their quarters.

A single large room with bunk beds opposite a single dresser. One dresser per two slaves it seemed. The draws were all empty save for the top draw that held cosmetics. One of the guards that brought them here had been asking Viryon all manners of questions that she was unable to answer. Primarily they were about her species and what home world she hailed from. Before she had a chance to intervene the Hel'Corian guard arrived, looked over the slaves seeing her he approached beckoning her to follow.

He looked her over briefly then made his way along to a portion of the mansion that had to be a gym of sorts.

“How good are your particular talents?”

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Not much in life granted happiness anymore. Without the others, there’d be freedom, but it’d be a hollow sensation, something to leave a gaping whole in her heart. Naturally, Phoebe craved their presence as they were all she had left and knew for some time, similar to Viryon’s life on that asteroid yet not quite the same. She loathed the prospect of being freed while the others were not if the telepath was to save her from captivity.

However, not one demand tied into her dealings with Aegir. She’d considered they may not have any value to him and could be left behind. Such was life for the once spirited pilot, but the same life taught her not to be ungrateful for his every kind deed. If she was the only one to attain freedom, it was still more than anyone else would’ve given.

Yet there was something incredibly strange about laying eyes on her new home for the first time. Not a brothel, not a pleasure hungry creature infested wolf lair or worse, but a mansion stretched out before the assembly of beautiful and equally exotic slaves. The facilities were equipped with everything necessary to tend to the newcomers, and after quietly submitting herself to the medical staff there was no doubt these were the most welcoming slave quarters anyone had ever presented to the young woman.

Not that any of it would distract her from what this really was. She did her best to remain close to Viryon throughout all this, however, selecting the bed closest to her while exploring their surroundings. The fact one of the guards was asking question the scaled female couldn’t possibly answer spelt trouble for them. She was taken away before anything could be done about it.

The lack of restraints was a refreshing change. They probably had no use for them, all things considered. There were walls outside, and the mansion was huge. She’d have trouble finding her way around without a guide for the time being. Following the Hel’Corian allowed her to have a closer look at the specimen at least. It hurt to try and force her eyes not to wander, even ogle in light of the fact she hadn’t helped herself to some sexual relief in that bathroom earlier. All that denial, all that boiling lust confined to her core was beginning to well up, chipping away at her sanity. Kurgan had teased her in similar ways before, but he never denied her for so long. Whenever anyone or anything decided to use her at long last, it’d be the sweetest pleasure her body knew in some time.

Their destination left a little to be desired in that department. However, the Hel’Corian seemed to have some interest in fighting his slaves or have them fight each other. She gathered as much during the auction, not that it helped her current situation any. Starla Uchu, once a fellow agent, trained her in the arts of melee combat. Well, she tried anyway. Needless to say, the petite blonde was a lost cause from the start and her training hardly helped in that regard.

Though these lectures were meant to enhance her prowess in battle, not much ever came of it other than one crushing defeat after another. All these profoundly humiliating sessions ever did was force her to endure some serious creampie withdrawal, along with her superior’s elevated interest in bondage related activities. As little more than a student of hers, Phoebe tended to be tied up and at her instructor’s mercy far longer than any sort of practice bout they ever initiated. Unless there was a pillow fight, her lack of ability made the former agent less likely to beat anyone in close combat. But, it was what came to mind and she assumed that’s what he may be here to test. She was the one human of the entire batch and knew her fate would be slightly different compared to the others.

„Y-You’ll find I’m more than capable of fulfilling your every fantasy, Master.“ Since he’d asked a question and not given an order, Phoebe was caught off guard a bit and stammered while straightening in posture, jutting out her small, firm chest before the alien. If referring to him as Master was wrong, her body and mind braced for potential corrective measures. „I have served men and women alike, everything from Saurians and Gorgonians to beings that are thousands of years old. They were all pleased with me.“

For a moment, the girl’s tongue ground against her palate. The mere flavor of pleasure was absolutely delicious, but flushed cheeks and aching nethers would only betray her now as she attempted to focus on her new surroundings, shedding some light on her thoughts on the matter. „Though I must admit .. I’m not a very capable fighter.“

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Her use of that title didn't displease the Hel'Corian. Raleigh may have purchased her but it was as a gift for the being before her. His future reaction had been a mix of displeasure and pleasure. Dissatisfied that she wasn't much of a combatant.

Small in stature he had hoped that there had been something to her other talents that had been formidable but that wasn't the case. He should have realized that the guards at the private auction would have been more alert when dealing with her unless she was made docile by drugs or some other factor. But she seemed alert and aware at the time.

However, there was a measure of satisfaction that she knew her place. It would make things easier since he did not have the time to take away from his duties in order to get her trained. Seeing this as a means of turning profit, since that was the case he made with his other slaves before ultimately selling them off.

“This place is for the bosses personal slaves and whatever slave I may have at the time. This gym is a little something meant to keep me in peek form and whatever trinket I possess. But since you do not fight I will have to relocate you to a place better suited to your talents since it is too soon to sell off a gift I have just received. Still, you will make money for me one way or another. Is that understood?”

He rounded her slowly. Inspecting her, tracing an index finger over her shoulder then coming in front of her once more to have a look at those flushed features.

“Now kneel.”

He left her there in the gym. For over an hour kneeling in place in that gym. Her need growing all the while. Either the Hel'Corian had not understood her needs or had figured something out and was ignoring them was hard to say.

When he returned he had her stand taking measurements of her, getting a feel of her with those large scaly hands as he did so but taking it no further than that.

“Get some rest. In the morning you will be brought to Raleigh's club.”

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The prospect of being relocated didn’t please her in the slightest, not while Viryon stayed here, within these very walls, but it couldn’t be helped. Without exotic alien beauty to impress, or being able to put up much of a fight, she wasn’t all that interesting to neither Raleigh nor the Hel’Corian. If her body wasn’t in a constant state of backed up desire, perhaps this realization would’ve had a much greater impact on the poor neglected slave.

„Yes, Master. Understood.“ For once, Phoebe had looked up to engage the male specimen in her presence. Flushed cheeks flanked depraved eyes which were every bit as docile yet screaming for attention as the rest of her tingling flesh. She wanted him, anyone to tend to her needs really, but now was not the time to beg for it. A good girl, that’s what she was, no matter what little value these men attributed to the likes of her petite form, and she’d behave until this unfortunate chain of events came to an end.

Sinking to her knees, the knot in her throat seemed to tighten. A bundle of backed up pleas for attention coupled with overbearing, but confined excitement, when she descended to the perfect height to fulfill her role. Sadly, her performances weren’t required. It was every bit as disappointing as it hurt to find herself denied yet again.

A worse fate than being ignored or beaten was to be left on edge right then and there. Since there was no enjoyment to be had from fighting her, as he no doubt desired to some degree, the latter was unlikely to happen. The former seemed to be a waste of time for the both of them, having been purchased and asked about her talents yet not being put to use or tested in some fashion until a later point in time.

The woman’s nails dug into her thighs when he departed from the scene. She clutched the edge of the skimpy skirt which did little to hide her soft, endowed thighs from view, looking for distractions from the raging need that pulsed through her veins. Even now, her hidden flower ached for a touch. Soaked undergarments were a result of prolonged erotic torture, something Phoebe herself had caused yet couldn’t seem to find a way to ease in a way that wouldn’t cause much trouble. After all, she never asked for permission. Keeping her mouth shut in order to not gasp or sigh as these sensations haunted her every waking moment became a crucial task for her sanity’s sake.

She didn’t doubt he’d noticed her current state. In a sense, it was the most blatant struggle in her existence at the time given the mansion’s overall luxurious nature. Now, there’d be no one to talk to, nothing to interact with, only the last command she was given and was bound to obey until the Hel’Corian returned.

Aside from reaching out to the various equipment pieces with mostly untapped psychic potential, exploring their shapes and weights as time went on, the former agent choked down whatever sounds of desperation and frustration could hope to emerge from creased, trembling lips. Every second hurt, and every minute only became longer stretches of time to the young blonde’s pleasure hungry senses. In addition to her physical suffering, honing her powers only served to drain her mind in equal measure. When the Master came back, her condition had hardly changed.

„Y-Yes, thank you. I’ll get some rest.“ A grimace of twisted, albeit pained pleasure graced her features. Her blush ran deeper than ever before. Standing up with her owner’s help, her legs struggled to overcome the nature of whatever jello they had become. She had to fight to stand, let alone walk, and couldn’t wait to collapse again. Those large scaly hands did nothing favorable to her aching flesh. Nectar visibly stained her supple thighs as it trickled along their inner sides. His every passing digit imbued neglected cells with molten heat, causing her very core to quake as she barely drowned out a whimper amidst an accepting nod. The scaly texture of his hands was a blessing she truly couldn’t appreciate right now.

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The remainder of the night was difficult with all those urges. Denied by her captures Phoebe had to endure her last night at the mansion. Breakfast was lavish the following morning and she along with the other slaves were cleaned up by other non human slaves that had been here longer.

She was touched though not the way she may have liked as various ointments and perfumes were applied to her. Dressed and even having her hair styled by attentive hands she was walked through the expected daily ritual despite not being here for much longer.

Along with a few other slaves, some that she did not recognize with others being from the night before she was transported in a hover car akin to a stretch limo. Raleigh and the Hel'Corian sat in back, there was some drinking involved with some of those more experienced slaves hanging on Raleigh's arm.

To her envy one even went down of the Master neatly cleaning up. There were no commands in doing so it just happened. Needless to say Raleigh wasn't interested in her nor the Hel'Corian who was more busy looking out the window and scanning for danger.

When they arrived at their destination she found that they were at some sort of club. Inside she found that it was part strip club, part casino. Among the gambling games there were girls of various species most of which were human.

There were some aliens here many getting free drinks but there must have been some sort of rule in place since they were well behaved. One time she saw the metallic collar of one of the slaves light up and that particular slave departed the area.

The collars of the slaves here were metal or at least were fashioned in metallic collars. Only the slaves Raleigh brought had different collars and from a quick scan the majority of the collars were silver. She was handed over to one of the slaves here who took her out back.

The first thing that was done was the removal of her collar which was replaced with a copper colored one. The other girl was some sort of trainer she gathered leaving her with a menu to get familiar with that had all sorts of meals, most were simple appetizers the bulk of the menu being drinks.

“Get familiar with these new girl. It shouldn't take long.”


When her trainer returned she was made to follow her into the seedier part of the club. The crowd wasn't huge, it was still early and most of the aliens that were here were gambling. The rules, whatever they were seemed less lax here.

There were Hel'Corian here, guards or bouncers to keep the patrons in line. Restrooms, a back stage area and various private rooms. There was a stage here which one of the slaves was performing a dance for.

Many alien gazed in her direction appraising her and one even touched the ass of her trainer as they moved passed a table.

“Sorry Hun, training right now.”


From what Phoebe quickly gathered she was off limits right now until she learned the ropes as well as her trainer for the duration of her training. Shown around the area she got familiar with the kitchen and what her purpose was here.

She was a server, food, beverages and sex when wanted. The girls were given a number of sets each night and their collars were lit up when they were required. Each booth had a box that summoned their waitress and things were set up as a restaurant in a way with each slave having their own section and tables not that that restricted the patrons from calling upon another girl.

The collars pressed a thought into their mind when activated, a simple number indicating what table requested them.


Throughout the day she was groped and touched, nothing too badly but as the new girl there was certainly interest. The bouncers didn't allow anything to happen, The customers could see that she was a bit flustered but rules were rules.

Her shift was about twelve hours during which she learned that the establishment belonged to Raleigh. That and the slaves here lived in the club. There were rooms for them in the back. All in all the slaves had access to high end goods so it seemed to reason that there was a lot expected from them.

After her shift she was pulled aside by one of the more muscular Hel'Corian and brought to a stage in the back to work on her dancing. Serving the patrons wasn't the only thing that she had to do and it was clear that they were getting her ready to work the floor by herself.

“Show me what you got.” She was left with an audience of one. She could occasionally here other slaves but did not see them as they moved in the back areas on brake or looking for something specific she imagined.

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Home. A similar establishment had become just that upon her initial capture and subsequent training periods by nothing but the most vile and sickening assembly of alien scum. Now, things were no different, except for the fact Phoebe had some experience in performing her newfound duties for whatever customers managed to make their way into Raleigh’s club. This fate should be easier to cope with the second time around. None of that mattered to her altered mouth and throat, of course. She knew they’d make retaining even a sliver of struggle toward an escape in as little as a few weeks nearly impossible.

At least the shock collar was finally gone. A replacement swiftly snapped shut around her neck though Phoebe made no effort to prevent it. To be given a purpose, however small, was better than being abused any day of the week. As long as she served, no one would harm her. Thus far, this concept worked out well, and it wasn’t long before she sashayed among the ranks of slaves and patrons to perform to the best of her ability in order to make sure not one complaint about her service would ever be spoken out loud. Surprisingly, the slaves seemed to be treated well even beyond the club’s main floor. Expectations were high, and the other slaves were already nothing short of exceptional.

It proved a bit shocking how pleasant it was to be lavished with attention once again. She did her best to blend in, often jutting out her precious contours to be groped and fondled with greater ease. Oftentimes she’d invited their touches by bending over tables to position a customer‘s drink adequately, or grazing their arms during a languid, stimulating pass.

A twelve hour shift was none too pleasant regardless, but bearable. There seemed to be more work on the way as a Hel’Corian pulled her aside. It would’ve been a lie to claim he wouldn’t tickle her fancy though this state of captivity didn’t truly suit her tastes. Their difference in size alone made her heart beat faster in a blend of anticipation and trepidation, the latter fueled by further degrees of uncertainty until it became obvious what she should do. The notion put a smile on her face. Faulk never cracked, a truly disciplined captain who rarely gave her more than a grunt to know she was doing well. Would this one be just as tough?

She was no stranger to the upcoming performance. The stage would be her realm, and what she’d learned in the past complimented her every observation of the other slave’s activities today. Kurgan, Faulk, her jailor, they all endured what she had on offer before then though in the end they all craved the same thing. This specimen would be no different, only that Phoebe had uncovered another trick or two.

In time with the rhythmic thumping of the music, his shapely companion played to her strengths. Let him be the touch that runs across her every charm. Inspire him to be compelled to track the amorous yet provocative dive of her fingertips into plush ass cheeks, to conjure the urge to be what makes the blonde’s bountiful love cushions bend and warp beneath them with utmost ease. They slide over her backside and dip in fervently, grabbing handfuls of tender flesh with each mesmerizing trace of her digits until they connect in the middle, thumb and index finger spread wide to cup as large a portion of soft, malleable meat as they could grasp and their now heart shaped embrace of her luscious derriere glossed over the entirety of Phoebe’s plump rear.

As the distorted albeit wondrous, succulent mass of flesh bounced back into place to restore its picture perfect contours to her audience of one, the rhythmic sway of her body had yet to cease. There was much more of the incredibly soft, smooth human to explore, and Phoebe wasted no time attempting to make him long for every piece of it in similar ways.

Swaying and gyrating, dipping and rising to the rhythm, her every cell seemed to live for the task at hand. Flushed cheeks revealed just how much her own needs were amplified by performing for the stranger right then and there. Sensuous eyes were at half mast, often ogling what prime specimen observed her dance amidst flirtatious winks. Ripe, juicy lips glistened with makeup and saliva alike, allowing heated breaths to roam free and tease her altered senses while each show of her aching tongue added to the aura of desire for the very man she was meant to serve for the time being.

„Is this good?“ She purred from the stage, curious as to the answer yet even more interested in the consequences of success and failure alike. All the while, her movements never ground to a halt. „Are you satisfied with my performance?“

The aching beat of her heart pounded against her chest. Staying on stage was as much a pleasure as it was humiliating. It was shameful to be reduced to this once more, a lesser creature being owned and passed to anyone capable of paying her owner, but her very own body betrayed this line of thought. In a world where it wouldn’t be her first day and seizing the initiative was encouraged, she’d have made physical contact with him long ago.

Alas, such was the objective in her life for the time being. To serve and wait, that was her purpose until Aegir managed to send help.

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