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 The Search (for Phoebe) 
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Sensations crashed down on Phoebe with relentless abandon. The cacophony of erotic chaos fluctated, ever alternating between a maelstrom of overwhelming bliss which threatened to drown her and slow, torturous waves of molten warmth lapping up against her consciousness. She could never adapt, never brace for the inevitable and there was always more to take in. Her pleas to descend further into this maddening state were answered, and in response her gleeful cries only became ever more intense.

The edges of her vision swam with a lack of focus and tears roused from the purest form of delight which had only recently began to well up in her glassy eyes. Tension pulsed through engorged nipples as another set of objects latch on, the suction drawing them out to full prominence whilst wanton moans part her lips again and again.

She found her eyes roll back into focus when a familiar touch graced their trembling swell. A single command echoed in the back of her mind and Phoebe obeyed, allowing the small sphere to slip past them and onto her tongue. The quivering muscle danced against it, examining its texture and size until an eruption of movement and slight electric shocks made the enhanced mass of flesh flare with pleasure.

This would bring her down quicker and quicker. All sources of stimuli combined were a constant downpour of rapture inducing sensations. She’d been on edge, having lost count how many times her body spasmed uncontrollably in the throes of passion. Another peak welled up at her core, clouding her senses further. By now Luna could’ve ordered her to cum with but a snap of her fingers and the addled woman’s cells would’ve been all too happy to yield.

Phoebe realized what was being asked. Luna’s experience with these toys stunned her even now. Perhaps there were quite a few lonely nights on base though all that knowledge now devoured the shuddering blonde pilot from head to toe. Any more and she’d have to give in, to cum again, and while her body may continue to last her thoughts were going blank all the same.

Lips part to speak, the sphere balanced on the tip of her tongue. It twitched and trembled, filling her with carnal delights Luna could never even dream of. She nodded in spite of the fact her muscles would hardly obey anymore, moaning a pathetic response which barely resembled a “Yes! Yes!” in order to discover what this final piece of the puzzle turned out to be before she was being overwhelmed once again.

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Luna could easily see the effect of the combination of toys she used. She had never used them like this one herself settling for one at a time but she had a fair amount of knowledge about that dildo and could figure out the functions of most of the things in the box. And what she couldn't she supposed she could experiment with at a later date.

The green light given she proceeded grabbing a fist full of these small metallic spheres before returning to her side. With little urging she turned the pilot around by pulling on her thigh a little so that she was now on her knees on the table. The toys she had been subject too continued to work, pulsing and moving on their own accord.

Popping a sphere in her own mouth she sucked on it until she felt the small tingle against her tongue then took it out. She rolled it against her anus, the object tingling with electricity against her fingers and Phoebe. She then pressed it in, the sphere moving on it's own accord as it moved in deeper at a slow pace. She sucked on the next sphere repeating the process and did so with the next and next.

The beads reminded her of anal beads except that there was no string attaching them together, they moved on their own accord and produced that mild jolt. On occasion the objects smacked against one another producing a jolt of greater intensity.

After the last sphere was inserted Luna took a remote out of the box. It controlled the spheres, even the one that was in her mouth, making them move a bit faster, increasing and decreasing those shocks. “Let's see how much longer you can hold out.”

Luna ran her hand along her spine as the speed of those spheres kicked up. The dildo sensing how close she had been made those adjustments too, speeding up to get her close then slowing down so that she could recover. Of course it was apart from the other toys so there wasn't much respite she was given.

Luna wasn't too concerned if Phoebe came. Even if her body failed she had a bit of a plan. That gel might bring her around again, she was unsure but planned for it to fail in the long run. Provided that the pilot crumbled she would take things into her own hands.

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Slight yelps emanated from Phoebe’s lips whenever another sphere met with the crushing tightness of her backside and simply enhanced that sublime sensation of fullness she’d been suffering through for many long, drawn out minutes. The cool metal held the warmth of Luna’s survival, but it still gave the young woman reason enough to tense with every insertion. Each individual bead sent shocks through her sphincter, then along her spine, causing her toes to curl under the ever changing wealth of stimulus crashing down on the poor girl’s consciousness.

She couldn’t hope to endure, not for long anyway. The suction on her breasts, that dildo thrashing about inside her, they were all too much to bear. Seconds were all she’d managed hang on, but her perception of time had been forever warped and twisted beneath Luna’s loving ministrations there was no way to tell how long her suffering commenced.

Short blonde locks peeled away from hopelessly flushed and ecstatic features when her head shot up with a high pitched squeal. Phoebe’s entire body exploded in bliss. It had stiffened for only a moment before a plethora of sensory overload caused the poor woman to shudder and spasm all over. Clenching inner muscles gripped her multiple assailants tight, intensifying the final few moments her coherent mind remained intact.

Sweet as it was, there was nothing she could do to stop herself from succumbing again and again. Glistening nectar squirted from violently convulsing netherlips as that avalanche of rapture came over her, drenching the table, floor and her inner thighs in equal degrees of the blonde’s shame. Hazy eyes stared blankly ahead until these glazed pearls rolled back into her skull when the same tide of sensations never seemed to end. She donned a lost expression, moaning lips left agape with her tongue sticking out, tingling with the scalding heat of a blazing sun.

Her entire body quivered endlessly in the aftershocks of release. Worse, none of the agent’s carefully selected toys ceased their relentless onslaught, breaking her down little by little. She wound up cumming in rapid succession, like a chain of firecrackers going off one after another with a near seamless transition from one mind numbing peak to the next. Seeing nothing but stars, she was overwhelmed time and time again, bucking her hips uncontrollably to the bright lights flashing before her eyes.

Jolts of lightning ripple throughout the petite young woman until there wasn’t a coherent thought left. Whatever Luna hoped to get out of their encounter, the gel alone couldn’t bring her about for another round.

Phoebe slackened in her stance, now reduced to a hot and sweaty mess slumping back down on the table. Her chest heaved with staggered breaths, struggling to quench her thirst for fresh air as those toys kept lavishing her with attention. The pilot’s mind had long since succumbed, her body would soon follow as it, too, plunged deeply into the realm of dreams.

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She took her time dressing watching the aftermath of that stimulation. The bead in Phoebe's mouth had fallen out at one point clattering off the table and rolling to the floor making her thankful she had switched her position. There was no telling what would have happened if she swallowed it. Provided that she didn't choke on it the thing would probably be harmless while it was off and would cause some queasiness while on she determined.

Walking closer to the quivering mess that was Phoebe she ran her hand down her spine, reached around her body and removed those clamps. Next she used the remote to cause those anal spheres to roll out of her, one by one. But the dildo she left to do it's work.

She remained for a time until she figured that enough time had past not to rouse suspicion and to declare to Raleigh that his slave had performed well. When she was left that dildo was still working it's magic when other slaves found her and removed it. They went about cleaning the room and toys while one of the Hel'Corian bouncers had been fetched to carry her off to the back where other slaves cleaned her, dressed her, then set her off in one of the beds to recover.

Phoebe had no idea as to how long she had been allowed to sleep. When she woke she felt surprisingly refreshed, maybe from the after effects of that gel, while her body still felt a little tingly down below. Small waves of heat radiated throughout her body.

“Gorjen's looking for you,”
the slave who woke her declared. She hooked a thumb over her shoulder presuming to indicate that the alien was out on the floor. After the message was delivered she was left as the slave had things of her own to tend to.

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Sleep and pleasure drunken senses unwillingly fought the veil of comfort cast upon her form. Vivid images painted the woman’s dreamscape in many shades of intimacy. Since the moment Phoebe regained consciousness, she could still feel the tingle of white fur against her fingertips. A low purr escaped her lips then, wondering whether it’d be one of those times even the wolf’s breaths lapped up against her face in the morning. She’d find Kurgan fast asleep, weighing her options before either mounting the poor man or slipping out of bed without alerting his far more keen senses.

As with all their nights spent in bed, Phoebe woke feeling refreshed and rid of that accursed tingling sensation haunting her tongue and throat the evening before. Sensuous waves of warmth complimented her contentment well, enriched all the more delightfully by the aftermaths of their union making her tingle deep down.

However, none of that welcomed her that day. Reality caught up with her, always. She was still in Raleigh’s establishment. A fellow slave woke her up, to which the young blonde responded with thanks and getting out of bed before long.

Something the alleged human master of hers said before made her believe sleeping any longer than necessary would be frowned upon, and Phoebe had to be exceptional to keep up with the other, more experienced women working here. Not to mention, Gorjen was waiting. He probably had for quite some time though there was no way to tell how long she was out either.

Half awake, half asleep still, the fresh clothes were certainly a surprise but not unexpected. Thus, Phoebe proceeded to freshen up a little, applying a few minor albeit allure enhancing amounts of makeup before settling for a perfume Gorjen appeared to have enjoyed previously.

Afterwards, the lovely petite servant stepped out on the main floor to resume her work, but that obviously entailed looking out for Gorjen immediately. His last known location could have changed since she ran into Luna. It would’ve helped if it was her turn to be on stage and sing for a while as to let him know where she was and what she’d be doing for a little while. Yet knowing the premises well enough allowed her to have a look around without having to steer too far from her assigned section of the club.

When Phoebe finally found him, her yearning gaze pierced the structure’s depths just for him. With an amorous smile and eyes at half mast, her path had been carved through the ranks of patrons easily enough, and while it’d be pointless to try given how often his eyes scanned every possible angle independently, the former agent snuck up on him. A gentle touch skimmed the edges of his being, then embraced him, the comfort of her warmth and honeyed words pooling all over the poor man at once.

“A fellow angel told me you were looking for me. I’m flattered,” she cooed, letting a lone digit trace the base of Gorjen’s eyestalk where those wonderfully sensitive bundles of nerves were at their most vulerable. “I was being held up by another petite little flower .. A lovely thing with a svelte figure .. human, brown hair .. cute smile. You know the one.”

Admittedly the last detail was a small addendum on her part, but he probably knew which one she was referring to. At this point Phoebe had encircled the man, seizing the initiative by descending into his lap had he been seated at the time. “I heard you’ve been here for some time. My apologies for making you wait .. Will you ever forgive me?”

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The club was busy. It wasn't the usual section Gorjen would be in either that she had been in. No games of chance here, though her diminutive size allowed her some freedom of movement. Plus her lack of “assets” didn't appeal to those that did see her.

Most of the attention had been on the stage here where their was dancing and stripping. Others gazed toward some of the minor action going on at the tables seeing that the real action was reserved for the private rooms for the most part. Ultimately it was up to the client but few put on a show for the others to enjoy. Some just didn't care at all, however, and there were more than a few slaves that had been interested in showing off their talents to attract more interest.

She wasn't invisible, however, some of the patrons preferred her type. Weaving through that mine field required focus and a few setbacks as she was groped, caressed, and even used for her oral talents twice before she found her mark.

Fortunately no one kept her for long and she managed to approach Gorjen. One eye had been settled on the dancer present while the other scanned and twitched making it easier for her at least this time. His attention received, Gorjen turned that eye that had been on the dancer to her instead.

Not often had he been on this side of the club itself. He bristled in pleasure as her finger moved along the base of his eye stalk. Then he grinned. “Oh? What did you learn?”

He welcomed her into his lap setting aside his drink then grabbing her ass afterward to help keep her in place.

“My luck was not so good without my good luck charm. That's an ill omen for what's to come. I'm going to need a bit of luck to ensure that everything runs smoothly. You are here now, all is forgiven. They have you working here today rather than at the casino?

“I could have given this to another slave but it gave me an excuse to see you, not that I need one,”
and given her current circumstances he didn't. In the palm of her hand he dropped her piercing most likely unaware of what it could do.

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“Well, Chance is here for you now.” There were no objections from her nor the guards despite their closeness and nature of their touches. Whether he’d seen her tend to others was unknown, but evidently the girl was no longer off limits and relished the experience as much as Gorjen himself. She beamed at the man, radiating delight at his presence though with enough practice it was difficult to tell whether she ended up feigning it or genuinely welcomed his company. “Lady Luck can be a fickle mistress, but I won’t be. Had you told me when you were coming, I’d have been with you sooner.”

His response to her touch prompted Phoebe to tease more as she leaned into his eager grasp, arching her back in the process. “Mhm .. You could say that.” She brought her free hand against the alien’s chest, letting it sweep up and down it whilst exploring the familiar body underneath from memory alone. “We’re being rotated every now and then. I’m assuming it keeps the regulars happy with ever changing flavors of women at their disposal though I’m guessing a select few patrons keep chasing their favorites into other parts of the establishment regardless.”

She could only hope he regarded her as a favorite of sorts though his final comment elicited a joyous chuckle from the blonde temptress. “Another slave, hm? And here I thought working for you made me more than that.”

Nothing about that appeared to be entirely serious though as her demeanor seemed more playful than anything else. It was only when her eyes widened at the sight of that anchor piercing, followed by a warm smile her routine changed for a moment. “Oooh,” the girl cooed before retracting her hand from his body to open it, accepting the offered piece before looking it over for a moment or two, then leaning in for a long, lingering gaze to settle on her gracious customer. “I’ve been looking for this all over the place. It’s the only thing I have left from before .. You’re a true gentleman. Thank you.”

Sweet ruby lips smothered his with a kiss, tingling with excitement all the while. Savoring the moment, the young woman nearly straddled him fully to emphasize the extent of her gratitude. Tearing away from such blistering pleasures rippling through her tongue right then and there hurt almost too much, but there were other matters for the two of them to gloss over that day.

The report on Luna’s activities ommitted the true nature of their encounters yet offered ample details for Gorjen to take in. She explained that the alleged agent calls herself Jemma while they were here, a fact which heavily implied that wasn’t her real name though it was just one of many things they ended up chatting about.

“She’s been asking for small details about you, mostly. When and how frequently you come in, what we’ve talked about as she’s seen us head to one of the private rooms together and what the focus of our conversation was .. among other things only someone who’s been quite intimate with you could say.” She grinned, unwilling to shift away from Gorjen while sultry eyes flicker between his own and the areas she lavished with her languid, anticipation invoking touch. “I couldn’t tell her much. She’s definitely taken an interest in you though. What sort of interest .. I’m not entirely sure. However, I happen to be just as curious as she is. You’re quite elusive for someone who’s been offering me great rewards.”

Phoebe leaned in ever closer, their lips a mere inch from connecting. “You’re not thinking about leaving the planet anytime soon, are you? If you can’t come visit me again, I’ll be forced to serve lesser patrons when I could be serving you ..”

“Likewise .. I’m starting to wonder why you’re worried about one insignificant little girl when you’ve got me to worry about.” A sly smile crested her lips at that. Supple hips ground against his own and the palm she loved grabbing a handful of Phoebe’s ever luscious backside. Though there was no real threat it had to be quite clear he’d find his focus on her in due time.

All this time that single titillating digit sought the most sensitive cells near his eye stalks. Switching between them, alternating between slow cautious caresses and more intense strokes, the woman’s seemingly absentminded movements primed him for a state of ever growing desire. She needed answers today and hoped to first ease, then lock him into the comforts of her presence while simultaneously throwing away the key to his newfound prison. Something he craved beyond doubt could only be had with the petite blonde and her every touch, every hot breath and honeyed word served as a constant reminder of what that something truly was.

Fingertips trailed along the curve of his head before stealing over the man’s chin, goading him forward just a little to close the gap toward those ripe, glossy lips calling for Gorjen’s attention. She’d never make contact with him on her own, merely tempting him with what he could have before long.

An important event was to come soon, something he wanted to run smoothly. When, where and with whom were the answers Phoebe needed most and she wouldn’t let herself be overwhelmed as quickly as before.

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At this stage Gorjen wasn't a paying customer though none of the bouncers interfered with her closeness of the alien. Perhaps it had been expected of the slaves to get close to patrons and encourage them. Just as patrons had their favorites slaves had to have their own as well. In any case no one stopped them. A few eyes had been upon them, others that may have desired her attention or just wanted to get to watch a free show.

Her anchor returned to her Gorjen grinned, his second eye stalk turning to her. It was a rarity but she had his complete attention and could even feel his swollen package as it came to life beneath those gyrations.

“Some prefer a bit of variety to spice things up. Others enjoy the same thing all the time. Of everyone working here you're the only one that possess unique talents. And you're welcome about the piercing, though I could get you one far better than that one you possess.”

His demeanor changed a little, that grin falling away from his features at the leaving of this world. “Unfortunately I have some business off planet to deal with if my contact ever arrives. Nothing too long and it's just a system over. I won't be gone long,” he explained. “A few days tops, most being travel time there and back. And once I am back I'll have a special treat ...”

He reflected on something brushing her cheek with the knuckles on his finger. Her collar was being activated. There was a strong pulse indicating that she was needed close to here when she noticed that he had placed an order in for her attention on the remote set into the table.

He had noticed the attention they had been getting and secured hers here by temporarily taking her off the menu or likely purchasing her time. He did not immediately move from that seat. Fingers pressed into that shapely ass and he was moved in stealing a kiss from her lips, his tongue sweeping past her lips to entangle with her own.

For a long moment he kissed her. Combating her tongue while hands openly groped her rump and covered breast giving it a bit of a squeeze. He had a thought then dismissed it preferring to keep her attention for himself. There was no sense fighting for that attention or having to wait for it if he didn't have to since she was the only one present that had been blessed with a psychic gift, at least among the slaves.

When his tongue finally disengaged from her mouth he allowed her to catch her breath doing much the same himself.

“You're right. I have you to worry about in the present.” His hand moved from her breast settling on her hip and working down to her thigh rubbing it against her skin as it flowed down then back up tracking along the hem of her skirt, retreating and advancing again. The tips of his fingers vanishing beneath it time and time again getting a little farther each time. It was clear that he was in no rush.

“Now, what sort of rooms do they have on this side of the club?”

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Admittedly the collar’s sudden activation caught her off guard. She’d blinked in confusion, scanning the nearby premises only to find he’d made the reservation. A warm smile crested her lips as she cocked her head then, complimented with a light albeit suppressed chuckle. “Sorry, force of habit.” Arching her back to further drive that cushiony derriere into his grasp, Phoebe purred softly at the imminent union of their lips. “You really must fancy me .. You won't get jealous if I'm with another, will you?”

Within moments her tongue exploded with bliss. The blonde’s hands swept over Gorjen’s clothed torso, fighting back the urge to undress him right then and there. He was close, the texture of his chiseled flesh pulsing beneath her fingertips. What a shame she had to service others before even reaching him. They didn’t quite compare to him or what he could do, even without melting their minds in some fashion she never truly understood yet longed to experience again. To tease and tempt her with a deep, lingering kiss was as good as feeding her that drug he was accused of giving her when they first met.

When he finally pulled back to allow for some much needed oxygen, Phoebe gasped for breath as though she’d just surfaced from the ocean’s depths. “Aah~ hah .. Goodness ..” The friction of her top against already hardened teats sparked her desire with jolts of electricity. Gorjen’s eager touch merely served as an amplifier to the woman’s needs. She never thought she was that easy, but then again he was no common man, not even in a place like this.

When asked about what sort of rooms were available, Phoebe couldn’t hide her playful side for long. “Mmm .. That depends ..” She was working him over with swaying, grinding hips the entire time, offering as much of a continuous erotic tension for her customer as he was placing temptation right before the poor blonde. “Your lap is nothing short of divine .. I’m tempted to stay right here.”

“Still, you command, I obey .. What is it you want to do, Master?” Supple fingertips trace the back of his hand vanishing beneath her skirt, trackings its movements. Her breaths were becoming more frantic, bordering on gasps, even more so as he was practically touching the edge of the girl’s crimson lace lingerie. The other hand trailed across his chest, then slipped around him to make room for her whole body to press forward and against him. “Mmm .. Leaving me here for a couple of days .. I don’t believe I should let you walk away without giving you something special to remember ..”

In her brief time confined to this everlasting den of shameless iniquity there were a handful of rooms which stood out in more ways than one. Everything about the establishment had been fairly accommodating in that regard. Some rooms were designed with more aquatic lifeforms in mind, offering higher levels of humidity if not downright pools for people to submerge themselves in. Others were well isolated, soundproof chambers with a greater focus on bondage, but Phoebe listed a few regardless of them being somewhat ordinary.

Another option brought on a hint of hesitation upon the former agent’s blushing facade. Sly lips creased, first into a smile, then a more sensuous shape as she bit her lower lip, torn between proposing the idea and dismissing it straight away. She may have been getting too used to a life of constant thrills and carnal desire, a risk which always ended up dangling right above her pretty little head, but it couldn’t be helped. Not long ago, Phoebe used to be a mere pilot, and since then she’d been molded into something else, freed, then captured and thrust back into familiar roles.

She loved the attention, despite her tendency to think otherwise. Both of Gorjen’s eyes were on her. How something so little excited her more, Phoebe didn’t care to find out. Her every coherent thought had been occupied in other ways. Working for Luna certainly wouldn’t prevent a bit of fun either. Subtle as they often were throughout her downtime, the wish to be seen, to be desired, pulsed strongly through her veins. All those eyes were upon her, despicable and yet thrilling, and riding Gorjen right here, right now wasn’t an all too distant thought.

However, there was something else, something Gorjen would be hearing from ever cruelly seductive lips as they neared his, tempting both him and herself with a kiss which never came.

A unique chamber located above this side of the club had been lined with one way mirrors, practically invisible to the naked eye yet its inhabitants could see everything clearly. She ground against him with greater emphasis, pumping more hot blood into that molten spire until it was nearly fit to burst free from the confines of his pants. There was just something about being out in the open, or the illusion of it, that was causing her excitement to peak.

Of course, Phoebe yearned to focus on Gorjen all the same. He had the final say, but she wouldn’t be played with like before. Either she’d manage to milk him for information or persuade him to take her along, one way or the other. Raleigh could probably be convinced with a sizeable investment, but that was for her to ask for later.

Their bodies flushed together in unison, one goading the other into action though she’d much prefer some measure of privacy despite letting her eyes wander, making him follow them and regard the many patrons keeping an eye on the two of them already. She grinned, leaning in close, a hand at the back of his head for a brief kiss which wouldn’t satisfy neither one nor the other, but make hungry for more. “Say .. Do you trust me to spice things up a little or would you rather enjoy the same thing all the time?”

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That was the nature of such a place like this. While one could have their favorite slave or slaves as the case may be there wasn't much one could do about them seeing other clients. Gorjen grinned at her then shook his head slightly. “I am aware or the nature of this place. You need to be aware that I have plenty of credits and while I am here it's unlikely that your time would be free if you catch my drift.”

True someone could beat him to the punch and acquire her before he had. It was made trickier not knowing where she would be working in the club either but once he had worked that out he could pay a heavy stipend just to keep his good luck charm on his arm while he was gambling. And of course there were the times that he finished his games for the evening and wished to move on to other matters.

His hand continued to explore her getting even more daring. She encouraged him to hardness and he could have impaled her right there, he did not, however. For starters he didn't desire his competition to get such a look at her that might perk their interest in her. That would just make it more difficult to get her services in the future if others bought her time.

Second was the simple fact that he lost himself when invoking his particular gift. It left him vulnerable if he connected them in such a way. Not that anything was likely to happen here but his kind was a paranoid one.

“While I like where you are presently I have my reasons for not wanting an audience. Besides, it is difficult to do the joining here. You do wish to experience that again?” His fingers had crept beneath her panties, a finger finding then brushing softly over that clit as she squirmed above him.

“Something special? I like the sound of that.” He reflected on her question. By now he felt quit stiff beneath her throbbing in the confines of his pants. Had this been about any other alien in the club he would have been unwrapping her now at the very least if not sampling her wares either in the booth or on the table itself.

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” He asked still oblivious to any ulterior motives or the fact that she was working with, rather than against Luna.

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Aware or not, the choice to make a move against him hadn’t come easy. Uncertainty plagued her thoughts even now. Gorjen offered much, but until his business had been seen through there was no telling how great his rewards would be. She was tempted by the mere fact he encouraged her training as something more than a mere plaything for whatever patron demanded her services. The wealth, and presumably influence, he had provided a certain sense of security further down the line. Another total failure like her recent capture seemed unlikely for as long as she was with him or serving the man. The joining itself was as addicting as it was nothing short of pure ecstasy to the shapely blonde temptress.

Yet Luna’s potential assistance would’ve been more immediate than his. She knew nothing about Kurgan’s whereabouts, but at least Viryon may be getting away with the agent’s help. That mattered more than her own well being at this point. Saving her from that hell of an asteroid only to wind up here was an unforgivable misstep in their brief history together.

Trusting anyone remained a discomforting necessity by now. Phoebe could only hope the gains outweighed the costs and continuing her game would simply plunge her deeper into this downward spiral of theirs. Whatever happened at the end, she couldn’t tell whether she should be looking forward to it or not.

“Mmmngh ..” Supple lips quiver with the conquest occuring beneath her skirt. Smoldering passion emanated from the blonde’s covered womanhood, to the point he could practically feel the damp patches before he made physical contact with them. “Ah!~♥” A tide of erotic heat rippled through her groin. She tensed, having followed his movements right up until he glossed over the budding pearl of her clit, eliciting a sweet wanton whimper from equally shameless lips. Were it not for his desire to delay matters, her hips would’ve bucked into his teasing touch, practically goading Phoebe into action.

She refrained, but barely. Slight panting breaths filled her lungs, bringing petite albeit perky breasts against Gorjen’s torso with ever greater enthusiasm. The sheer onrush of glee nearly distorted those mischievous features, making her facade crumble as she began struggling for composure. “I almost don’t want to ask. If it’s supposed to be special however, I just can’t help myself.”

Another grin danced upon her precious ruby lips. “I’m not expecting miracles, but .. What good are unique talents when you don’t use them?” She didn’t want to give everything away quite yet, but that cursed tingly bliss urged Phoebe to move things along a little quicker. His bottom lip had been teased by hers, captured and playfully nibbled upon before she gave a low giggle. “Someone like you .. You must’ve been with many a formidable lover throughout your days. I’d like to challenge you a little .. try something few, if any, have ever done.”

Part of her wondered if he’d agree. His people were no doubt paranoid in all matters. Just having both his eyes on her were praise greater than any monetary gift he could have offered. Still, there was only one way to find out as she let a lone digit dance over the base of his eye stalks again in order to torment those sweet spots, having already mapped them out quite well by now. “Unless tying you down is just too much to bear and you’d prefer playing it safe instead ..”

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The music blared throughout their conversation. All about them other slaves continued to work serving drinks, food and themselves as patrons were whisked away to rooms. Some didn't care to rent out rooms taking the slaves right there; in booths, under them or on them. Still it was quite enough around them where they didn't have to shout to be heard though for the most part they had to raise their voices.

Gorjen was having fun playing with her as his finger circled her precious pearl. He was in no hurry, stirring that pot of desire even as he felt the dampness in places along his sides. A soft cooing groan left his lips as she stroked the base of those eye stalks. His eyes closing as he melted into that touch but it was not for long.

Perhaps his own paranoia wouldn't allow him to keep both closed for long or it was her voice speaking to him that captured his curiosity.

“So, you are not going to tell me?” His finger paused against her clit for a few seconds then began swirling in the opposite direction. His other hand still caressing that fine ass. One of those eye stalks looked away scanning the room quickly then focused back on her.

“Fine. Don't tell me,” he said in an even voice grinning a little as she offered up a hint. He paused again then his hand moved off her ass as he played with the remote on the table placing in another order for a room. Once that was done his other hand retracted from her clit and he picked her up setting her down so that he could get up.

His pants soaked in places by her juices and it was quit evident that he was swollen against them. Leading her away to one of the various rooms the music could still be heard but barely indicating that the room wasn't sound proof but practically was. One would need extraordinary hearing to decipher anything going on inside and even then it would be likely that they needed to press their ear to the door unless things in here grew very loud.

The room was a series of rooms. Gorjen had the money to get the better rooms and this one too opened up into a bar complete with a booth. It had an adjoining bathroom that had a hot tub and shower but the main focus was the room that he brought her to.

It was a bedroom of sorts, at least there was a bed at the far end of the chamber that was propped up at a 45 degree angle. The walls were decorated with shelves containing all manner of equipment, whips and other torture devices were clearly displayed. Chains dangled from the ceiling at the center of the large chamber and there was a grate on the floor nearby, probably to let blood drain away or some sort of liquid.

There were many things here that she did not recognize, things other species would find common, but the place was fully stocked. “Maybe I should restrain you, but that wouldn't be different ...” he chided as he thought back to his past experiences. One eye took in the variety of devices while another skimmed against her cheek then her side as he stepped in for another kiss upon her lips having to bend down into it. His tongue maneuvering against her own as it slid against it then went deeper still playing with the sensitive organ for a bit before drawing back sporting another grin as he looked upon her obviously tempting her with the knowledge he already acquired from her yet always moving slow as he went about matters. Others had to hurry to get their moneys worth before their time expired but for someone like him he did not need to rush at all.

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Abandoning the observant crowd before they had a chance to partake of their union right then and there, they were all left to simply visualize which steamy events were about to unfold between the unusual couple. None other than Phoebe herself would be aware of every little pleasure of the flesh they indulged in, when and where, and in turn the woman’s echoing cries would be reserved for none other than Gorjen that day. One could almost pity them, but only almost, for passing up on the man’s company would’ve hurt more than entertaining anyone else eyeing them up on the way out.

She was treated to a luxurious suite rather than your typical private room. Not that Phoebe had much time to drink it in when there was so much more to cherish, the feel of his tongue against her own, tormenting her, having worked out the most sensitive spots long ago. His grin revealed the game he was playing, and her soft panting breaths were as heated as they were indicating Gorjen’s grand influence on her altered cells.

“You know all too well some of those restraints would look good on me ..” Phoebe stayed close, arms loosely upon the alien while her precious bangs exhibited a futile effort to cover up clearly flushed cheeks. The rush of excitement was starting to get the better of her already, and with every breath it became more difficult to cope with the searing hot vortex of bliss expanding at the blonde’s core.

Yet it was she who bared her teeth with a smirk. “Still, I won’t let you play with me today. You’re in for far more than that ..” A gentle shove followed, nothing that’d throw him off balance though potent enough to indicate another role had been preferred that day. She strived for more than the usual, something more to remember her by, or persuade him to never leave her out of his sight. The joining played a part in her little gamble, but all that could wait.

The girl’s skimpy dress stirred when she spun around, offering a fleeting view of the lace undergarments he’d felt yet not seen. An alluring crimson, covering little more than half of that ample backside he was free to observe for a moment or two, soon to be followed by ostentatiously swaying hips. While her focus lingered on the various toys and accesories available to them, it was bestowed unto him for only a second as she glanced over her shoulder. “Since you wouldn’t let me finish last time, why don’t you go ahead and fix ourselves a couple drinks?”

It was a new role, certainly. At least in the here and now. One of her former guards had been quite tempted by it, and while it wouldn’t be the surprise Gorjen was meant to experience, it definitely helped her lead him into that sly trap of hers.

“See anything you like?” She called out then, both to regard his progress on their beverages and the man’s expression once he picked up on the fact Phoebe was referring to a line of collars neatly arranged along the shelves. “You get to choose your favorite. I wouldn’t want my pet to feel naked without one.”

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“Of course they would ...” An eye stalk turned toward the dangling chains then returned to her as she continued. “Oh?”

He pondered that for a moment, an eye focused on her while the other wandered over the selection that the room had to offer. She may not have been as endowed as the other slaves but had both experience and her psionic gift, however slight, which set her apart from her peers. Given what Gorjen could do with that she was somewhat unique to the alien in that regard.

Provided that Raleigh didn't purchase anyone that had particular talents in that regard she didn't have to worry about competition.

He went off to fix drinks, eyeing the selection available. His eye turned back to her, a drink in each hand as he came closer holding one out to her. His eye lingered on her for a moment, a grin spreading across his features.

“Yeah, I see something I like ...”

Then he realized what she had meant, one eye twisting to regard the selection of collars that she referred to. He viewed each carefully then stepped closer to the shelf, taking a sip from his drink then skimming his fingers against a few of the collars before settling on a burgundy leather collar which stood out among the usual black ones.

“This one,” he handed to her then took another long sip of his drink before setting it down on the shelf in the vacant space where the collar had been.

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Subtle infusions of warmth pervaded tingly lips when the glass, cold to the touch by comparison, settled upon their luscious contours. The alcohol brought on a tide of sensations, more molten bliss for her altered cells as the inhibition diluting liquid washed over them, as well as the ever growing desire to seduce Gorjen on the spot though what would be the fun in that?

She’d observed him by the collars for a moment, then the faint echo of Phoebe’s heels resounded in their ears once again. Her free hand reached out to sample the wares, if only on the surface. Sly touches skimmed the outer curvature of his waist when Phoebe walked past at a leisurely pace. She was free to touch while he was not, and had he tried doing anything in these moments his hand would’ve been smacked away. Another generous sip of her drink followed, perhaps to provide confidence in the task at hand or mere anticipation for what’s to come. She couldn't let it be known he'd be the first real customer to experience her in this manner. There was no way of knowing how he’d respond.

After taking up a fine leather whip, a riding crop at that, her tempting frame sashayed back towards the man who’d made his choice. She grinned at his compliance, then set down her drink beside them, retrieved the item and reached up to fasten it around Gorjen’s neck, maintaining eye contact all the while. Some experience attaching and removing collars certainly helped establish the fact he’d be her primary focus at all times today.

Stepping away, the chilling leathery tip of her whip pressed beneath his chin, urging him to look up for her to get a good view from all angles. A light chuckle concluded her inspection as her tool of choice fell away, briefly replaced with a fleeting caress. “It looks good on you, my dear pet.”

No leash, not yet although her mouth was burning hot, aching with desire, but that could wait. She took up her drink again. A lone finger beckoned him to follow her to back to the shelves, the lowest point of which became her seat with the blonde’s luscious thighs crossed, facing him, still standing. A smile had been etched into her features as she slipped out of one of her heels, visibly enjoying what little control she had.

Tilting the glass in her hand, the somewhat sweet flavored drink poured over the young woman’s foot, now glistening with the nectar he’d prepared. “Won’t you thank me for this gift?” Her eyes dipped, inviting him to tend to his newfound duties.

His compliance would certainly be noted, but the same could be said for reluctance if not outright disobedience. She let the man’s tongue get to work, then again with another spill of her drink that occurred when he hadn’t receded fully, drenching some of him in the precious substance. All the while, the riding crop had snuck around the bulk of his being, teasing first the man’s chest, stomach, then ultimately the bulge that was fit to burst ever since they had departed from the establishment’s main floor. Once he finished his work, however, satisfaction seemed farther than ever. “You may strip .. then head to the center of the room. Put your arms up and don’t move until you’re in chains.”

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