It had been quite some time since Scorch had last visited Serena. She wished she could say that she was just too busy but that wasn't the case. She had to brace herself for it. After the gamut that she had to run the last time she had been uncertain which club her sister would be at or what tasks would be left for her to fulfill if any.

So to mentally get ready for the physical tasks that might be involved she spent some time competing in the arena. Win some lose most of them, but there was a purpose to her fighting. Again she found herself battling for Serena though not for Mercer to spare her from sending her older sister to the arena. This time was to prepare herself for the tasks that may be involved in her goals.

It was dreadful seeing how brainwashed her sister had become but she had to admit that Serena was better off with Vespira than with Mercer. The later caused a shiver to rush down her spine and while she had not known any better about that shapeshifter she prayed that Mercer wouldn't be around again. It was degrading having to be on her best behavior with him around as much as she wished she could incinerate him with one of her plasma bursts she knew that that would do her no good, especially if she was going to see Serena.

Another thing that took some time was securing her latest gift. No longer the captain of the Iron Vultures getting her hands on the well guarded things had been troublesome requiring even more planning and using even more resources. But she got her hands on the gift, the stones were a rarity in most sectors and while not unique there were few of them around. So few in fact that those that were happened to be well guarded and quiet expensive on the rare occasions when they were sold.

It took her more than a few months to procure one. She had to use a great many resources only for Krissy to tell her where she could get her hands on one. Of course she found out the hard way, Krissy tended to overlook wealth in lieu of knowledge and never considered such to be of any value. In fact it was unlikely that they would have spoken about them if Krissy wasn't being so nosy considering all the contacts she was going too where she just had to inquire as to what she was up too. Next time she would just ask Krissy first and probably save a ton of time.

She didn't want to get her involved in the clubs again. The time traveler wasn't the same, well, she was for the most part but there was no mistaking that something transpired to the blue haired girl.

So after leaving Krissy in Inar's car she set off with 88 who remained in her ship. She disembarked at the first club she had met Vespira at though she wondered if she should have gone to the one where she saw Serena last. She headed to the establishment, numerous eyes and other sensory organs were upon her from the variety of aliens. The cloak did little to mask her completely.

Humans, other than slaves, were a rarity in this sector and while it wasn't uncommon for others to conceal and mask themselves she couldn't shake the feeling that some marked her as human and were scrutinizing her in order to affirm their suspicions.

When she at last approached one of the alien bouncers she spoke in a quiet but firm voice. “I am here to see Lady Vespira.”

The club Destiny visited worked the previous time she wished to see Vespira and Serena again. Or was Scorch simply trained to return to this place again and again? It had been months at least since her last visit. The previous visit required the fiery haired woman to play a game of her sister's creation. The game wore away at the woman in more ways than one. Her disgust and anger towards Mercer's part in the game was apparent. But, was this disgust because of him or the fact he could make the stubborn mercenary mewl in passionate bliss? There was no hiding all that Scorch did in this club. There were video which were still in the ship's database. Destiny saw her own face in those videos and the expressions that were made during those endless nights of hot sweaty sex.

In preparation for more degradation, Scorch had competed in the arena. Many humiliating defeats occurred only to be followed by long bouts of fucking in the backrooms as their prize. The human woman justified it all as preparation for Serena. But, how much of that was true at this point? She thought Serena was brainwashed but, how much has Destiny changed since doing all this before Vespira?

Seeing the club and feeling the steady beat of the music against her body no doubt awakened memories of this establishment. Destiny nearly lost the game here, eventually performing as a slave without even realizing she was supposed to be looking for leads to Serena.

At the front door was the bouncer. He was large and green skinned with a pig-like snout. It was the same creature as before and one Destiny was familiar with. Working at this establishment for so long meant she had kept a number of the staff working here company as well. The times he had taken the woman into a backroom during his break were numerous. The female mercenary knew first hand that his muscles were not the only thing that were large.

"Hmph... So is half the galaxy, lady," he snorts before looking up from his datapad, "Oh it's you. Come back to work again? You know the drill..." The male alien sneered and slipped the datapad away, freeing both hands to search Scorch's body if she was willing.

She recognized the doorman but didn't recall his name. Maybe she never collected one. Last time it had been difficult on her enduring things and a lot of it was a foggy haze. But there were things that she clearly remembered. The plethora of sex filled encounters came rushing back.

There was plenty of video out there of her. Video from the arena, from this club and even her own ship. Had she still been a captain she wouldn't be able to live it down, a leader seen as weak was no leader at all. But her time in the arena only began after she crossed paths with Mercer.

Still she could not say why she came here, only that it worked last time. Chances were that it would again, even if Serena was not currently here she figured that things would work out in the end. Besides she was already familiar with the staff here and some of the regular patrons.

Had she been looking forward to seeing some of them again? Had that been on her subconscious? Was that why she risked Mercer being here. She remember the large alien … the one that she had been initially disgusted with only for him to clearly override her senses. Had he done something to her?

The bouncer was gruff, at least at first until he glanced up from his work. The question was thought upon for a moment as she held her arms out at her sides so that she could be frisked.

“The guns are back on my ship,” she doubted that he thought that she was an assassin at this stage or dumb enough to try to sneak a weapon inside but he had a job to do even if he was a bit hands on with her taking certain liberties by patting down her breasts or giving her ass a squeeze.

Her body tingled oddly responding to the touch that she endured.

“I'm unsure. Probably would be my guess given what Serena had in store for me last time. I take it that my sister isn't here, nor the lady?” She dropped her arms back down to her sides as she inquired.

"Haven't seen them," he said as hands roamed over Scorch's body. Weapons or not, it did not matter. Those large strong hands felt the human woman's curves. He stroked down her arms to her pits then cupped and squeezed both breasts. The luscious mounds mold around his thick fingers. He then had both nipples pinched through the fabric of her top. He tugged and twisted them. The alien beast may be a bit meathead but, he had plenty of practice with Destiny the last time she worked here.

The fiery haired woman could feel his massive erection through his pants, the bulge pressed against her ass and lower back. He was certainly taking his time this time around. His tongue licked Destiny's neck while he pulled her to rest against his broad chest. One hand continue to massage a breast while the other slid down into her clothing and began stroking her netherlips.

Alien patrons waiting for their turn to enter the establishment were getting a lovely little show. Some watched, others sneered, some even cheered the bouncer on. "If you are here to work, better show that you still got what it takes, slut." He continued to grope the mercenary woman. Vespira and Serena were not here. If no message was left, what was Scorch going to do? Would she try working here in hopes that word does arrive or would she try searching for another lead to follow?

Familiar hands felt along her body, hands that took liberties with her. At the same time those hands had learned what excited her causing her nipples to swell in response to that touch. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly despite herself. The coolness of a tongue brushing against her neck.

“Not here ...” she said disappointed but not surprised. There was the option of going to other clubs and chasing down other leads but she was familiar with this place. They may not return, which made sticking around her dangerous in a sense.

Groped in public, the arena trained her to perform in front of crowds. She was reluctant at first then learned to embrace her failings when they occurred and they occurred often. She learned to put on a show for the audience and while this crowd was smaller than most that she performed in front of she thought it best to fall into the roll of worker.

She considered this a bit of free advertisement for the club. While there was the danger that the crowd may involve themselves and attempt to get a free sample she could only hope that that wouldn't be allowed … drum up interest in the club, and since they were all here to get inside the club she figured that it may drum up interest in herself which could lead to her being made to work before she was fully recovered.

Still, while all this swam through her head in a fraction of a second she acted unhindered by doubts or concerns. Grinding her ass back as she cooed softly at those hands she turned around in the grasp of those arms.

“You'll have to get a message to her that I'm here ...” she said in a low voice. A hand making it's way to his crouch brushing against the outline of that stiff member that she had come to know so well. She would have to spread the word among the clients that traveled too hoping that word would get out.

Her words said she moved on not expecting a reply. Her hands freeing that member slowly unzipping his pants, reaching in then getting him out. A tongue caressed along one side of the impressive member while an index finger traced along the other side.

A sliver of warmth emitted from the tip of her finger caressing it with the heat that she generated at it's passing. That heated touch departed him moving to those balls as she licked the opposite side then returned to the other alternating her approach before focusing on that stiff rod. Her tongue worked it's way over the head of that shaft while she fondled those balls. Her tongue flicking over that slit that before she widened her mouth enveloping it's head then taking more of him in. Her tongue now working on the underside of him as her lips pressed around the sides of that member as she sucked and bobbed, eyes peeking up, eyes that were normally blue now a light reddish brown with her invoking her power at such a low level.

Destiny knew she was in no position to make demands or give orders. Even if the bouncer wanted to help this woman, he was near the bottom of the chain command and most likely had no direct access to Vespira. But, maybe working here would get the current manager of this establishment a reason to send notice to the alien crime lord. It was a long shot. Hopefully showing a level of competence and obedience will be enough to warrant a message. It was unknown if there would be other requirements attached like before. But, it was a start in Scorch's mind.

Scorch was already on her knees before the alien male. Skills she learned the last time she was here and her numerous defeats in the arena came into play. She focused on stimulating this man's manhood. The heat caused it to swell even larger while those balls filled with seed. A large hand rested on the woman's head. He allowed her to start with her own pace, bobbing and sucking deeply on that hot alien meat. He tasted unclean but, it would not be the first time she dealt with dirty alien scum.

The member pulsed and throbbed. These were all sensations the human woman had grown very familiar with. As the pulsing grew faster and the phallus swelled with more hot blood, the beast's grip on her head tightened. Hips began to thrust forward. The molten tip forced itself deeper, pressing against the back of Scorch's throat again and again. Each thrust briefly cut off the woman's air.

His thrusts grew faster and harder as the rod began to shudder inside that warm inviting mouth. Both hands were gripping the woman's skull as he pushed as far as he could before unleashing his thick pent up load right down the mercenary's throat. The alien bouncer held the woman in place, not allowing her draw back as more and more of that thick semen flooded her throat. As the woman starved for oxygen, the audience cheered. The bouncer roared as his balls continued to clinch and release his sexual aggression.

His grip did not loosen. He could feel the woman eventually struggle. When those struggles began to weaken due to lack of air, he held himself for a bit longer until it felt as if Scorch would fall limp. Only then would he pull out with a loud wet slurp. He would take grip of his own cock and pump a few more spurts onto her gasping face. "Guess you still got it, whore," he snorts as his erect member continued to rub against her face. He took a tight grip of the woman's long red hair and proceeded to drag her through the front entrance. There, she would be discarded for another guard to pick her up and take her to the backrooms where the slaves reside.

Most of the girls were out on the floor. But, there were a few in the back that recognized the fiery redhead. "You came back? Wonderful!" One exclaimed. "We all knew you would come back. You are a natural! Your stuff is where it was before."

The outfits Scorch wore before would be in the same drawer in the dresser. But, there was also a metal collar. This woman knew very well what that collar was. It was her collar from before. She knew there would be no going back once the collar was on. They would make her obey their every command. But, it would also ensure everything she did would feel so much better.

She worked that shaft with her lips and tongue feeling those hands rest atop her fiery red head, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before he took action if past experiences came into play. Still while she had been allowed she worked at her own pace teasing her tongue against the underside of that shaft as she sucked. Not surprising his grip tightened and he sped up, hips rushing up so that that member stabbed deep into her throat each time.

It was tough to catch her breath. For a moment her hands balled up into fists before prior training kicked back in. Plenty of times in the past, whether it was with guests here or in the arena she had to make due with little air. Still, there was little getting use to the ordeal. But her past experiences told her not to panic. Eventually her hands went back to work even as she struggled to breath.

But he kept going, those thrusts coming hard and fast displaying all the pent up eagerness of a teenager. Even after he erupted inside her, thick globs of that essence pouring down her throat he did not stop. She felt light headed as her air depleted. She tapped at his thighs with her palms as her vision began to darken, a black ring at the edges of her vision closed in, smaller, smaller, and then air at last. She gasped, the cum that she had been unable to swallow down spewed up. Before she could recover her hair was gripped firmly as she was dragged in the direction of the club.

She was vaguely aware of entering, vaguely aware of a guard taking her to the back area. Familiar sights and sounds reached her while familiar faces greeted her when she was before them. Cheerful it seemed, though she didn't know what kind of reaction she would receive not really thinking much about it it was nice all the same.

She smiled, then nodded. “Thank you. I need to get cleaned up ...”

After going to her work station she collected the familiar clothing. She paused upon seeing the collar knowing the threat of donning it, remembering the pleasure she received from wearing it. Was she going to do this? She had thought she had prepared herself for this and yet found herself nervous.

She knew the bouncer was low on the totem pole, that he might pass on the message to the manager but was unlikely to encounter Vespira. Still, ever little bit counted, word may eventually get to the crime lord. She had to start somewhere. How long should she wait? How long would it take? This was all shaping up to be a bad plan but what other option was there?

Getting dressed and cleaned up to look presentable she fingered that collar, hesitating and thinking long and hard. Knowing that thinking with it on was hard she sighed softly before slipping it on and seeing the other girls. A few inquiries later she discovered who was working the floor and what her rotation was going to be. She was unexpected, new blood in the former of slaves came in on a schedule and she just showed up out of the blue.

She was already trained and could be used without delay so she doubted that she wouldn't be used. “Where and when does the Mistress need me?”

Bad ideas and plans hardly mattered in the end. Scorch seemed to be willing to do anything to see her sister again. Was Serena still safe in Vespira's care? The previous meetings certainly revealed that to be the case. There did not seem to be an looming threat of harming the woman unlike Mercer.

Destiny hesitated for awhile before finally taking the collar. The metal was cool in her hands. It snapped in place, fitting snug around the mercenary's neck. A few lights came on and then it all came at once. Submission collars were pricey devices that made training new slaves far easier and more reliable. It ensured disobedience was punished with great pain that grew worse the more the subject resisted. Obeying commands resulted in stimulating the pleasure centers of the subject's brain, granting sexual stimulation that grew the more they complied. Word has it that prolonged use would ensure the effects continued even when the collar was removed. It was unknown if this was part of the collar or simply how the mind works after being trained to drool like Pavlov's dog.

The collars can be keyed to the individual, allowing to collect data to ensure it knew how to maximize pleasure and pain. It also meant that a collar would know when the original user had put it on again. It was a rare event that Scorch was able to experience today. The moment the collar powered on, it read the DNA of the one who handled it and who it was attached to. Reading it to be Destiny, the keys matched and a wealth of pleasure was rewarded to the slave that returned on her own volition. The tingly pleasure started inside the human woman's skull then spread downwards in wondrous waves that stimulated every cell in her body. Much like the pleasure it usually provided, one could grow addicted to feeling so good.

Once Destiny recovered, she tried to inquire where she was needed. The other slaves in the backroom simply pointed her to the main floor. Scorch expected she would need additional guidance and perhaps needed to talk to the head servant or a member of the establishment staff. Her search was cut short though. As she explored the main floor, her collar seemed to respond to an order. Was she already working?

With the collars, it was simple for it to send out a signal to the database and add a new slave to the available stock. In the case of Scorch, her information was also added in and a price had already been set. It was a rather quick and efficient system. This also meant that it was already logging her activity for the night and would be reviewed as necessary. Pretty much if she was able to walk and respond to stimuli, a slave would be put to work one way or another.

The moment Scorch began walking in the direction to the table that ordered her, the collar would begin stimulating her. It continued to add to the pleasure it provided earlier, every step rewarded. She knew the danger of wearing this collar. How long would she be able to endure its influence before she forgets herself like last time?

When the collar slipped into place around her neck Scorch felt the intense jolt of pleasure that swept through her body. So sudden and unexpected it was she found her knees buckling and she went down on one feeling an intense orgasm rip through her at that simple act as the collar synced back up with her data.

She wasn't a slaver, nor even in her pirate days did she sell anyone into slavery so her only knowledge about such devices had been her prior experiences with them and the general knowledge that she had about them. They were bad, she had learned so why did it feel so good? Like a junkie that craved their drug of choice feeling that fix flow through their veins after so long was a reward itself.

Wet, her pussy quivering, she caught her breath feeling that intense wave subside. When it did she went off looking for instructions and had been pointed to the floor where she promptly headed. No sooner had she been on the floor then she had a ping, the collar vibrated growing stronger the closer she got to the table that placed an order for her.

So soon? But who? Had her data already been uploaded again? If so it had to be someone that was familiar with her, a prior customer or maybe someone that knew of her from the arena and recognized the name. Or someone from outside, they might have seen a new name appear on their menu and assumed it was her. New customers hadn't seen her yet. It didn't matter.

Each step closer to her destination sent a small slice of pleasure through her. It increased with each step making her feel nice and good by the time she arrived at her destination. Her nipples and clit had already stiffened, her passage was slick, the mystery of who called for her was just about to be resolved.

The mercenary's mind tried to fathom what just happened. The woman questioned who could have purchased her time already. Unfortunately, her mind found justification for just about every option there was. It could be someone that knew her. It could be Mercer again, ready to put her through more rounds of a fresh new erotic hell. But, it was equally viable that it was a complete stranger. The establishment had its regulars, locals mostly. It had been months so it was possible there were new faces and tentacles eager to try the fresh new arrivals.

By the time Scorch arrived at the table, her body was tingling and hot blood was no doubt spreading to all the right places. There was no going back. Someone else would have to remove the collar. Until then, Destiny would work here.

A large and fat toad-like creature was sitting alone at the table. It gurgled out a burp after gulping down some sort of alien beverage. Amphibious skin shined with whatever fluid coated this alien being. A long tongue ran over the lips of the alien's large maw. A meaty fist struck the table as he spied the lovely redhead coming his way. "About time!" he croaked, "Show me what you got, toots."

The large creature leaned back as two thick cocks grew into view. Whether this was a familiar face or not was not really relevant anymore. The end result would be the same. Destiny's time was purchase and so she belonged to this alien being. He would not let her go until he was satisfied, just like all the customers here.

Her body was aflame by the time she reached the table. Her thoughts had rushed through her mind as to who had summoned her though in the end that didn't matter. She let it go, knowing how difficult it was to hold on to her focus and would need that to stay on target when it came to finding her sister once more.

The alien did not look familiar, the duo cocks coming to life would have been something she would remember, at least she believed. She was so addle brained by the end of her time while last here she could not say so with any certainty. Her blue eyes had dipped to the dual staffs and lingering there for a second too long she covered with a soft smile.

God, how was she going to handle that? She felt a dull pang, a minor throb at her delay due to the collar but that dull ache faded once she moved closer to the toad.

“I apologize, Master, I wished to be presentable before coming here.” She moved closer reaching out with a hand and trailing fingers against his chest. They felt his skin, moist to the touch, as she took a half step closer before lowering to her knees.

She was beside herself with what she was doing, what she had to do. Yet at the same time something in her mind told her how good this would feel and looked forward to this. Removing any trappings that the toad may have had she took each scepter in hand, that smoothness making lubrication unnecessary as thumbs rubbed over the tips of each while her hands lowered and raised just a bit.

Just getting started one hand slipped lower down his shaft allowing her to use that tongue along the tip then licking the sides as her hand dipped a bit father. The other cock was moved between her chest with her tits rubbing against him as she pressed against him. If she could use both her hands she could have made that meat feel snugger against her. So as a compromise she would alter between each with her mouth, her lips making a tight seal against him as she took them deep straight down to the base and keeping herself there for a few seconds letting her tongue swirl against him while those lips sucked against him. Then she switched her attention to the other.

His taste of him was odd, certainly not as bad as the bouncer or at least she didn't believe so. Even if he were the collar's reward would quell that minor sensation. She gazed up, then sped up her movements, rubbing her body and hand down against him while tongue and lips kicked into overdrive for their mutual pleasure.

The large creature was sitting on a hovering platform. His large size must make it difficult to move around on short legs. It was unknown if such a creature relied on its much larger and stronger arms to move around or not prior to the technological advancement. The fat being did not have any clothing, leaving both shining trunks unsheathed for the slave to tend to. The red-haired woman reached and felt both shafts. They were smooth and slick all the way until near the tip where rubbery protrusions lined the base of the tip and over the tip itself.

Scorch seemed a bit lost on how to handle the two members at once. One slid between her breasts, leaving a glistening trail over her attire and breasts. The other was taken and sucked on. The monster's girth was certainly impressive which seemed to be a norm for these male aliens. The creature's musk was different. Whether it was natural or just a different sort of filth was unknown but it did not seem the woman disliked it. The taste was certainly different. The fluid made the woman's tongue tingle, a sensation that seemed to spread up to and linger inside her brain. Was this because of the toad-like alien or was the collar trying to convince her that this male tasted good?

The collar having Destiny's data meant it could resume its work from where it left off before. The steady stream of stimulation and positive reinforcement came as the woman complied with her commands and duties. She forced on fleshy tip down her throat then the other, taking the warming phallus as deep as she could. Scorch could feel the smooth flesh pulsing against her tongue. Every throb of hot blood engorged the member further as it grew hotter and harder.

The toad creature croaked out a sound of approval, both rods twitching and becoming fully erect against and inside the woman's body. Precum would soak over the tip and reach the woman's taste buds. A sense of euphoria would wash over the aroused mercenary followed by another wave of stimulation awarded by the collar. The tingling sensation was growing stronger and was making it harder and harder to think straight. Like a toad from Earth, the fluid coating the alien being had drug-like effects on the mind.

Hands reached down and yanked down Scorch's top, allowing those breasts to bounce freely as they rubbed against the twin cocks. The large hands grabbed both breasts and gave them a hard squeeze. He mauled the tender mounds and pressed them around his shaft while bucking his hips. When the woman gazed up, the world around her seemed to get wavy and unfocused. The toad alien seemed to be the only thing in focus. The loud steady beat of the music grew muffled as did most other sounds beyond the sounds of her and the patron she was tending to. The more Destiny focused on using her lips and mouth, the longer she would be exposed to the drug-like fluids she was taking in.

Her top smeared in those liquids, the collar picking up where it left of befuddling her mind and quickly confusing her as to the nature of this taste. Was it a drug that affected her or was it the collar? Various aliens had unusual properties she found but that didn't matter. All that did was her and the client.

It was her eagerness in tackling those twin cocks where the skimpy barrier was still kept in place until those hands got rid of that. Her breasts toyed with creating a muffled mewl of pleasure as hot air washed over the cock presently in her mouth. Those hands assisting her by tightening her tits over that shaft making a lovely tunnel for it.

She wasn't the only one that had been eager. Those hips speed up, and that croak of pleasure had been utterly divine. Something in the back of her mind warned her of the dangers of sucking on that cock, that there may be a dose of drugs waiting for her in the end but that care slipped away, it tasted so good.

When she gazed up her vision seemed to close in where her peripheral vision was a haze. At the center was the toad which she still could see clearly, her focus on him as nothing else mattered. Dimly aware of the beat of the music the beat of a drum was in time with the throb of that piece of meat she continued to work on.

With one hand free now she reached down beneath the small skirt. She wasn't wearing panties? Since when? She dressed before placing the collar on so was her past experiences already influencing her? Getting her ready to perform? Questions did not matter, she found her passage quit wet and quivering. Two fingers pressed inside that quivering tightness adding to her moans around the flesh that she was eagerly deep throating.

She didn't switch between the two cocks now. Those hands kept her breasts sealed around one and she didn't think he would allow the switch though if encouraged she would. The ache of her jaw and knees didn't even register in her mind, the rewards of the collar making such minor things trivial.

Breathing was more of an issue with those eager movements. Movements that she followed and had been rewarded for. Subconsciously like the rest of the slaves she managed to take in enough air through her nose to keep from passing out. The question of Serena faded with the advent of another question and that was whether or not to get the toad to cum. What if he did not wish to continue? When did anyone lack stamina here? And besides, he might not be interested in the long haul either.

Scorch didn't know his schedule after all, he could be about to head out. A blow job for the road. Again she found herself dismissing the questions that sprung up in her brain. The collar she wore making them irrelevant so she kept sucking for that ultimate reward or for him to stop her whichever came first.

It was impossible to know an alien creature's schedule. Each species had their own wants and needs. Stray thoughts were fleeting at best. Scorch was already masturbating while pleasuring the male alien. Her own stimulation added to the collar's. Her body was so sensitive now. Serena was gradually fading from thought. It took days for this to happen before. This time, Destiny did not even last hours.

The cocks soaked the woman's chest and tongue with copious amounts of precum. The moist toad-like form was pulsing with heat now as hands grabbed the human mercenary and lifted her up. The cock would slide out of Scorch's throat. It was visibly twitching as pre-cum continued to dribbled out of the twin tips. Large strong hands grabbed the woman's torso and lifted her up. Both cocks were standing proudly, their thick bulbous tips were lined with those rubbery bumps. The enslaved woman would feel both molten tips press into her. One pressed against her well prepared sex while the other was pressing her untouched ass.

With a gurgled grunt, those hands proceeded to pull Scorch downwards. Both passages would be forced to spread wide to accept the monster's tips. The bumps would dig into her tender inner walls and rub against one another through the thin barrier between the woman's sex and anus. First were the tips followed by inch after inch of glistening shaft. Powerful limbs held the woman's thighs as he pulled her further and further down the twitching cocks. Hips began to surge upwards, jamming both tips deeper with one pounding the entrance to Destiny's womb.

Both rods pulsed and shuddered as the toad huffed and croaked with pleasure. His tongue lashed out, forcing its way into the woman's moaning mouth and throat. It wiggled and thrust inside the enslaved mercenary. Thanks to Scorch's thorough preparations, she could feel the beast was about to blow both cocks inside her, unleashing a molten torrent of alien seed.

Seized she let that cock pop free from her lips as strong arms hoisted her up. In the brief time she had she saw that both were throbbing violently smeared with precum that continued to trace down from those tips. She had done a good job, something registered in her mind as pleasure shot through her.

Not that she was given long to take in the sights before both those cocks aligned against her and pressed in. She let out a cry, part pain part pleasure. He was large but once those tips had been inside her the worst of it had been over as she stretched out around the appendages. Her collar flooding her senses for compliance eradicating any other discomfort that followed as the dual shafts pressed farther and farther inside her.

She could feel both rubbing against her as those meaty members were pressed into her body. She arched her back for a moment until she saw that tongue coming for her and thought it would be easier to straighten up and receive that pert muscle that lips clamped around, sucked while her own tongue wiggled out against his own as she latched on to his shoulder with on hand the other breezing down his side.

Those cocks raced inside her and Scorch worked her hips against them, gyrating those hips as she let out muffled moans of pleasure. THERE! THERE!! THERE!!!” Her mind reeled.

Muffled words left her lips while ears were hard pressed to determine if that was actually her asking to be fucked harder, deeper. Of course those words were muffled along with her cries given the actions of that tongue. She could not think of anything now other than servicing those cocks inside her, her body doing it's best to squeeze against him displaying how practiced her body had been at this sort of thing.