Indeed she had to swat his hand away, which got a mild reaction from the alien. Both eye stalks fell upon her, they narrowed for a moment then relaxed. Clearly Gorjen wasn't use to this role or simply wanted her that much where being denied miffed him. But it was only for a moment before he fell back in line, one of those eyes returning to it's twitchy state as he took in the room all about him.

The collar affix, it became apparent to her that will many powerful individuals took to being dominated, since it wasn't part of their normal lives, Gorjen's species had been inherently skitterish. One eye constantly searched around the room though it wasn't always the same one. Sometimes they would switch just to be aware of things on both sides of his body.

He fell in line readily enough, even if his species trait had been on the paranoid side of things despite logic telling him that a situation was perfectly safe. Such was hardwired in his genetic code, the twitching eye stalks making him appear nervous in most situations even if he was absolutely calm. It was just one of those things that made aliens like him harder to read.

Gorjen approached her as she rested up against one of the lower shelves. The boot discarded then foot drenched he understood what she inferred. Dropping to a knee his hands reached out one grasping the ankles while the other slowly moved up along the calf then beneath the knee holding her there lightly as he lifted the foot up towards his descending visage.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Gorjen announced prior to his tongue licking slowly up the top of her foot. Then to each side and finally her toes that he sucked on. When more liquor was added to the equation he continued, that strong tongue bringing forth slow licks until his attention was brought back to the chains.

A single eye stalk pivoted in that direction, the other glancing upward. Then a slow nod followed before he got back up to his feet to carry out her instructions. Moving toward the center of the room he hesitated for a long moment, an eye glancing back towards her.

He said nothing, however, that species paranoia probably kicking back in for the duration of that hesitation. He was the most expedient being in that instance clasping only one wrist with the iron shackle pausing then doing the same, both arms raised above his head. His attention shifted back to her at the shelves after testing his bonds and showing her that they were quite secure.

“It is done, Mistress.” He waited for further instruction not that there was much he could do given the restraints that held him to that spot. He could take perhaps a step forward or backwards but those chains assured that he would go no farther than that.

She nearly jumped though the man’s reaction was mild. Worse consequences had been endured in the past, even if they were simply playing their roles in the here and now. As a captive, the number of times people took her against her will were too many to count. The Captain of that slaver’s ship which brought her here had tapped her wares more often than not. There were others before him, many months of being lavished with attention until her body could do nothing but relish pleasure at every turn. It was the most vile of all punishments, to love the act regardless of whom she ended up with. A slap or something of the sort would’ve been nothing compared to any of that, but deep down her relief for not having ruined the moment had been immense.

On top of said relief, anticipation welled up inside the lair of butterflies her belly had become. Having any sort of real power was a thrill beyond comparison. She used to be a prisoner recently, but the guard melted beneath her touch. An escape may have been feasible, but not without abandoning the others. Gorjen, however, was no mere subordinate.

Phoebe observed him with quickened breaths, a tide of molten heat rolling past altered cells to tease her senses in more ways than one, all while her heart began to pulsate to the point it could burst free from her heaving chest. She meant to smirk, but wouldn’t allow herself to do it. No, this particular pet took the liberty of keeping his owner waiting. Such behavior wouldn’t be rewarded, not even with her own satisfaction.

“I presume you’re not expecting praise for hesitating this early on, are you?” Unlike him, Phoebe had to keep up appearances. Slipping back into her discarded heel, the ravishing blonde got up and drew near once again. “All who work here are supposed to be exceptional. I suppose the same can’t be said for our customers.” The Mistress sashayed with calculated efficiency, swaying hypnotically before the bound specimen. With a flick of her wrist, the riding crop cracked close to his bare stomach, blowing air across the spot without actually touching him.

“For how long have you booked me anyway?” She brought the dark leather tool to his chin, tilting it this way and that as though she was examining her prized possession little by little, then rectracted it again within moments. She was feeling quite smug and couldn’t really help it. “Actually, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just keep you here until someone tells me your time’s up.”

Afterwards, Phoebe circled around his chained form. “Keep your eyes on what’s in front of you. No cheating. If you flinch, I'll hit back harder.” The whip skimmed across his being, cool leather against hot throbbing flesh, and when it receded she let the tension build, making him wonder when it was going to lash out.

Gorjen’s upper back had been first to receive her attention. The blow turned out to be quite gentle, but firm enough to sting without leaving a mark. She was testing the waters here, tempting fate if you will, enhancing the strength of her lashes while making her way down toward the nicely chiseled expanse of his ass, ready to cease whenever discomfort surpassed excitement and pleasure alike. In the middle of things Phoebe paused in order to retrieve a wooden paddle, first rubbing the struck bits of flesh only to follow up with a softer blow before moving onto the next bit of his stature. There was no telling what he fancied in this area though he may not have known himself. In any case, they were going to find out.

The young blonde worked him over, tenderizing him until he’d hear the clatter of riding crop and paddle hitting the floor below. Something in the corner of her eyes had piqued the girl’s curiosity, and before long she’d return with the chosen item in tow.

From what one could tell, it looked to be some sort of clear gel in a sealed container. Phoebe had applied generous portions of it onto her palms, and before long the cool substance encased the length of his spire. Sleek fingers curled about the molten rod, firmly stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves as she worked the substance into each needy muscle, every small tendril along that alien girth, meticulously working it into base and tip alike. The same was done to Gorjen’s testes, then his own nipples and backside, before these tender digits reached further to tentatively skim against his puckered backdoor.

She beamed at him with mischief in her eyes before applying a powder of sorts to her hands, but not to the male’s body, which soon began to tingle with erotic bliss, then itch the longer these areas remained untended by her knowing touch. It was only once her lovely fingertips traced upon that unique trunk of his that these sensations began to subside and become replaced with burning desire alone, teaching him what the substance did, but in the end there were a greater number of areas affected than the poor girl had hands to offer.

Something similar had been used on her in the Shokushu basement all those years ago. She never meant to break him, but it set the foundation for how much Phoebe yearned to play with him.

“I was not,” he answered as his eyes focused upon her. Of course it was only natural that slaves were trained for this sort of thing. He was not. Still he watched her seeing just what she was going to do. He had unnerved her earlier when she tested things and he had been interested to see how she would recover.

He had been about to answer her as to how long they had but she changed her mind about the answer so she would be surprised in the long run. As it were there would be no interruptions, he had seen to that. When the club closed for the evening there time would expire.

Coming short of striking him with that riding crop when she actual did strike his alien flesh it was only hard enough to sting. Even with her warning one of his eyes twitched looking back at her. It was deliberate on his part judging how hard she would strike him but other than that his eyes remained ahead of himself shifting over the things in front of him as his eyeballs darted back and forth unable to keep himself perfectly still for long periods it seemed.

When he heard the clatter of the paddle and riding crop he had to fight the urge to look at what had her attention. Then he felt the gel being applied to his hard body. The gel being applied had been a bit of a surprise. He wondered what it was at first, there were all manner of things that were designed to work on humans but this was Raleigh's club and he had a fair number of aliens too. Most were in the casino but those that fell out of favor ended up on this side of the club.

So it didn't come as much of a surprise that it was working. He felt a tingle sweeping over the parts of his anatomy that had been coated in the stuff but it wasn't until her hands went to work upon his already stiff and swollen member that he understood what it did.

While his cock felt the intense pleasure of that touch the rest of him where that gel had been applied tingled and ached yearning for attention. A small groan fell from his lips, his eyes shut closed, his cock throbbed, there was no denying how good it felt. He couldn't help it, shortly after that touch came so did he exploding in her grasp, groaning out deeper as he did so. His meat still throbbing within her hands as copious amounts of cum shot out from the tip and those small nodules on his cock that extended outward, those miniature tendrils sprouting forth an additional essence that coated her hand in his nectar.

But he did not wilt at all, throbbing at the attention long after she would stop. From experience with the alien substance she was well aware that it was insidious in that it kicked up both the libido and stamina. In humans it lasted a fair while too though it was unclear how long it would last on him.

“Fucking incredible,” he hissed, breathing heavily he felt that tingle from those regions that she coated each yearning for attention. This was certainly something that he had to use on her sometime, he did not know such had been used on her in the past. His chains jingled as he tried to brake free, tried to take what he was being denied but they held him fast.

“Move to where I can see you,” he managed between breaths. His tone had been weak and far from commanding though it was clear that he wasn't in a position to make her comply.

“Mmm ..” The sheer volume of liquid patronage which soaked her tender digits had been guided to her flushed features in short order. Sublime flavors saturated the senses with thick dollops of molten essence sweeping across her lips, steadily drowning her thoughts in the heat of the moment. She took her time lapping up whatever drops that tingling tongue chanced upon, moaning lovingly beneath the tide of bliss cascading over altered cells which only caused them to flare with pleasure.

Temptation assailed her as it often did. Gorjen’s nectar had been well known, enough to realize one shouldn’t give in though he wouldn’t be tied up forever. A familiar bubbly heat coursed through the blonde’s veins, strong and domineering. Her eyes fluttered in delight, only to be subdued by restraint. They weren’t finished yet though it hurt to defy what her body craved beyond reason.

Yet when her wondrous symphony of indulgence came to an end, there was a brief pause when the riding crop had been collected again and he found cold leather trace along the underside of that swollen phallus, collecting his essence drooling from the tip only to smear the majority of it across the throbbing spire before receding. It lashed across the man’s buttocks, firm and on the verge of discomfort.

She struck both, one side then the other before delivering a softer blow directly to the spasming cock, scattering his nectar across the floor beneath them. Another taboo may have been broken here, but Phoebe considered he may be lenient later on considering the stinging sensation proceeded to alleviate the gel’s potent effects, if only for a short while.

The shapely vixen ran her weapon of choice along his member while circling back around, finally making herself seen. Crimson hues claimed her once rosy cheeks, and a gossamer film of moisture had draped itself over somewhat hazy eyes gazing longingly upon his own. Nothing could hide the prominent stature of hardened teats poking into her attire from below, or the trails of moisture descending along Phoebe’s luscious thighs. The short nature of her skirt revealed much, but much remained hidden while he had been exposed, that whip tapping the bottom of that engorged girth which had yet to wilt any.

A free hand cupped his cheek, satiny digits caressing him for only a moment before a sly smile spread across her lips. “Are you the one giving orders now? You’re such a bad boy.” As it descended, his body had been explored inch by inch, only for her loving touch to rise back up soon thereafter. She showed a lone digit, how it glistened with a small amount of his release, then dragged it across Gorjen’s lips with a mild chuckle. “You didn’t have my permission to cum either.”

“What’s everyone going to think of me now? I can’t even keep my own pet under control. You’re making your Mistress look bad.” Taking a step back, lustful eyes regarded their captive with a blend of feigned disappointment and equally fiery desire. She couldn’t hide everything from him, after all, but that wouldn’t mean she’d beg for attention any sooner than he did. “From now on, you don’t get to cum. At all.”

“As for your punishment ..” Insidious as his race’s goopy secretions may have been, they would not compare to how much he’d yearn by the end of this session. Phoebe vanished from view once more, only the clack of her heels keeping the man company. The echo of her actions relayed what she was doing, where she was, when he could expect her return. He had to play it by ear. Sadly blindfolding him wasn’t much of an option though his unique set of eyes were definitely worth lavishing with attention.

Again, the riding crop had been released and allowed to fall when she stood right behind him. Another dose of the gel found its way to Gorjen’s flesh, this time being massaged directly into the roots of those eyestalks. Rather than focus on them, however, she let him cope with the growing urge to have them fondled by capable hands. All the while, his loins had been ignored as well.

A set of weighted clamps latched onto the man’s nipples, constantly tugging on the aching pebbles. While every move he made brought some measure of bliss and relief to that incessant tingling sensation, it certainly wouldn’t be the most comforting sensation.

Then, he’d hear the flick of a switch, an object that was likely a remote being set down as well as a faint humming sound emanating from a vibrating capsule in her hand. She set it down on his eyestalk’s base with a tender purr, switching from one to the other after a few moments of exposure.

“How does that feel, pet?” Of course, with one hand occupied, the other wouldn’t keep him guessing for long. Miniscule beads connected by a slender thread rubbed along the slit of that cock, coating them in the essence dripping from Gorjen’s member before the smallest, barely larger than a pin, probed the manhood’s narrow entrance. “Would this be too much for you to handle?”

Unbeknownst to Gorjen, Phoebe’s focus didn’t rest entirely on the conversation at hand. In spite of giving the order not to cum, there was a reason why no tools had been selected to keep him from blowing another load. It may have been a bit of a stretch to utilize her powers in this fashion for long, but during their previous encounter she often focused on cameras that were out of sight, if only for a time. He may reach his peak, but it wouldn’t be true fulfillment, rather a continuously building tension which would only keep rising with each denied release. How long she could keep it up even with his nectar to help her stamina, not even the former agent knew, but they had all day to find out. She had plans for him, something unique, an experience for every part of his anatomy, every inch of that precious shaft and ass to relish even though he may never have thought of having someone treat him this way.

Another groan tumbled out of his mouth at the feel of that riding crop as it moved against the still hard and throbbing mass. The touch alone brought a bit of relief though not as much as Gorjen would have liked. Even the crack of that implement against his backside felt good though the groan was different, a mix of pleasure and pain. It was more delight that he felt, however, given the gel that had been spread there the region too had been begging for attention in it's own way.

His cock being struck caused him to take a sharp inhale of discomfort though the bulk of it was pleasure given the effects of the gel that coated him. It was hard to tell if he came once more or if it were just his prior release that had yet to ebb completely.

Clearly this sort of thing was having an effect on the slave. The evidence was clear, eyes scrolled over her body independent of one another but both had been upon her wares. Her own excitement most evident before she came over to him, that touch upon his cheek quickened the beat of his heart and all he had considered at that moment had been how good it had been impaling her, how much he had desired that again.

Quickly reminded of their role reversal for the moment it had been clear that Gorjen wasn't use to this sort of thing. He did grin in response, a grin that faded soon after it had arrived. “No, Mistress.” His own cum smeared upon his lips, he knew what it did, witnessed the effects for himself plenty of times. It was far more potent on humans but the effects were similar to his own kind. Of course he had never tasted his own essence but did so now as his tongue traced over it. The combination of the gel and his own cum worked together to increase his stamina though at the moment there was little he could do about it.

Not allowed to cum? Ultimately he wouldn't have the final say in that but between the cum and the gel he knew he could endure longer but being so sensitive he didn't know how well he could keep from coming. “Then it is a good thing no one is seeing this, Mistress,” he commented almost as if he were inviting punishment, maybe he was.

“AHHH!!!” He sucked in some air biting down on his lower lip. The base of those eye stalks had been a bundle of nerves essentially two smaller brains that controlled each eye. Suffice it to say they were vulnerable spots that could regenerate in a limited fashion. In addition they were sensitive spots that could bring intense pain of pleasure. The gel was insidious, tingling in a delightful way.

The clamps would have been a delight on any other occasion but his eyes basked him in a sensory overload. He could barely keep it all together as shards of bliss ran through him again and again. The rest of his body had been engulfed in little pleasures and torments when compared against those sensitive orbs.

That was not all, however. What he guessed was a vibrator had been applied to the base of his eye stalk. Working with the gel waves of pleasure ripped through the region in ways that he couldn't have imagined.

“AMAZING!” He gasped out, nearly ejaculating straight away. Somehow he managed to keep that all in check, grunting and groaning, his chest showing the strain of breathing. His hands bunched into fists only relaxing once those vibrations ceased. He was still breathing hard when the small bead was moved back and forth against that slit.

“N-No it is not too much Mistress,” he answered as he struggled to catch his breath, eyes focused on what she was doing as the tip of his cock tingled with some relief.

Phoebe tormented him with denial which fed on the man’s own anticipation. A finger angled itself against the orb and thus his throbbing tip, but rather than giving it a gentle push she merely ground it against him, prolonging Gorjen’s punishment. On the surface, these small beads were smooth to the touch and inconspicuous by nature. His cum lubricated them to the point she had to be careful not to rush matters, but he’d have his expectations fulfilled before long. Their true purpose would soon be revealed when that pressure of her digit against him intensified, and that initial pearl had no choice but to spread his vulnerable urethra and be consumed with a low, sloppy sucking noise.

“Are you sure?” Another bead followed, then another still, each slightly larger than the one before, driving the others deeper into that wondrous spire. “We can always .. stop.” She leaned in close and cooed upon inserting the fourth bead, or was it the fifth? The warmth of her breath teased the base of his eyestalks, smoldering hot air which lapped up against the shores of his being. For a moment there was that feel of her clothed chest, supple albeit petite globes whose firm peaks skimmed across his back until the girl went lower, then lower still.

Squatting beneath the bound alien brought the first half of those beads inside him, at which point Phoebe stopped to entice him with the feel of her fingertips against him, stroking his raging erection from base to tip. With each pass she made sure to press lightly against the firm objects along that shaft, playfully teasing his hot throbbing vein all the while.

It was only then he discovered what made her choice special. All at once, the chain of orbs began to hum, with the smallest growing up to a point until the second proceeded to do the same. This continued with rhythmic pulsations rippling through him the entire time, up until the final bead pulsed and expanded whereas the first shrunk back down to its former size, only to start the cycle anew.

One gentle touch cascaded over him while the other rounded the curve of his ass, grabbing a handful of Gorjen’s wares only to dip between his thighs to dance over the man’s testes. She toyed with the swollen sac, granting it the vibrations his eyes now sorely missed though he wasn’t going to have it easy anytime soon.

Ordinarily, Phoebe would’ve been reluctant to engage anyone in this manner, but her newfound posture had a purpose beyond allowing for more convenient access to the front of his body without being seen. Soaked inner thighs complimented the small pool of nectar below, and every moment of neglecting herself only made the blonde’s needs soar. Her tongue ached, burned even, seething in a bed made by a thousand suns. She’d never done anything of the sort before, but her every cell screamed for this experiment that wasn’t just for her, but for him as well. Gorjen’s importance couldn’t be overstated, and thus he would be the recipient of something truly unique.

“Bend over as much as you can.” The gel had been applied on his puckered backdoor as well. When Phoebe leaned in, eyes falling to half mast with shame burning through her pleasure hungry flesh, her breath barely braced those tender bundles of nerves for what was to come.

The damp tip of that tingly muscle settled upon Gorjen’s anus before breaking out into a series of circular movements, some slow, some quick, ever on the lookout for those areas which not only got him to respond, but to tense and moan, to shudder and ache for that release he couldn’t have. She jerked him off harder, faster the more her tongue’s writhing movements had been escalated, moaning deeply into the man’s presumably untapped flesh.

What may have been unpleasant under normal circumstances felt like heaven as the first bead had been pressed inside him followed by the next and the next. The gel that had coated him had seeped through his pores making the entire organ sensitive both inside and out.

“I must be punished Mistress.” He answered, groaning out as another bead had been added. Warm breaths to the base of those eye stalks got his breathing going once more. The rattle of his chains could be heard as those beads fired an intense pressure through him, growing and shrinking while a hand traveled along his engorged member.

The tendrils along it had to wrap around her wrist limiting that speed in order to hold on longer, to fight back those waves that threatened to crash down upon him again, though those tendrils were too short to wrap about her wrists a large number of them could be used to hinder those wonderful movements in order to slow her down.

He complied with her request bending over as best as he could. Chains straining as he did so. Between the gel, her touch and the beads he would have been in heaven had not the gel been applied elsewhere. His nipples received some relief from the clamps and his eye stalks got some mild relief from moving ever so slightly though keeping in compliance in not looking back at her. It was similar to doing a dance to staff off going to the bathroom though his efforts brought little relief.

His ass burned with desire as well though her tongue reached out, the initial contact causing him to flinch a little not expecting that touch or maybe even basking in it. He could not stop another groan from departing from his lips, the sensations overwhelming his senses.

But Phoebe continued finding that Gorjen relaxed. Discovering those spots that caused him to groan out or the chains to rattle given the combination of sensations that devastated him. That rod throbbing as another point of pleasure had been accessed.

“M-Mistress, I'm going t-to … AHHH … oh, Mistress!!!” Precum leaked from his tip saturating those beads as her tongue drove him closer to that edge. He was shaking in the chains that held him fast. He was ever so close to cumming.

“I need it Mistress! Give it too me!” Permission or not he would cum if the stimulation continued. Even if he got even more attention there was no way he could hold back from cumming straight away. Of course he had the stamina to continue on.

For the moment he felt like she had when they merged bodies and sensations overwhelmed by everything. She could even feel a throbbing in his ass in time with his cock as if something inside of it was building up at the same time as that throbbing cock, likely the vibrations of that spire ripping through his body, strong and ever so close to becoming undone.

The floodgates slammed shut before he unleashed another load. Gorjen found he throbbed violently, that molten phallus spasming with every torrent of hot seed that was about to be released. His perpetual erotic torment had built up to this moment, and the blonde’s telekinesis applied pressure to the base of that cock which prevented even a drop of essence from escaping. Phoebe’s caring touch had become drenched in precum by then and squeezed tight, producing a lewd squelching sound with each loving stroke. She’d picked up the pace for several long moments, prodding that puckered entrance to the enhanced pleasures that swarmed him, until these collective sensations subsided altogether.

Long, drawn out caresses traced a line from the top of his backside straight to the bottom, teasing him with what he couldn’t have. “Mmm .. I love hearing you ask for more ..” A mild chuckle rang in the male’s ears, along with hot breaths blowing across those same spots she’d stimulated mere moments ago. “Still .. Weren’t you listening before? Why would my rebellious pet be allowed to cum again?”

Phoebe's heart hammered against her chest. She denied him, a dangerous game. However, there was more to making him want her to stay by his side than overwhelming him again and again. Anyone could do that, but Phoebe wouldn’t just be anyone to Gorjen, not anymore. She set the stage for something far more thrilling than whatever he was used to in the first place.

“But, don’t worry .. I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself.” Soon thereafter, her warmth receded and the echo of her heels filled the chamber once more. How he’d respond to what she had in mind remained to be seen, but when the gel filled container had been opened up again, she wouldn’t keep him wondering for long.

“You may look at your Mistress just this once.” Phoebe allowed him to witness the challenge posed to a man of his caliber first hand. Affixed to her hips had been a fairly formidable dark strap-on, the surface of which glistened with a generous amount of gel neatly spread across every inch of it. Subtle bumps and protrusions which acted and felt like flesh to the touch covered the object’s entirety, an enhancement for any female partner though he was bound to experience it to similar degrees of bliss. Stepping up behind him, the engorged tip of it slid between his cheeks, guided by a hand of hers while the other still held onto the small vibrating capsule she had before.

Had Gorjen looked back as permitted, the same cruelly humming stimulator hovered right beside one of his eye stalks, barely touching one before moving to the other. “Are you able to do the joining here .. and now? If you can, then do it.” She grinned at him, eyes locked with Gorjen’s own in a lusty stare. Her own desires hadn’t been tended to thus far, not even once, and it wouldn’t be until later that he’d be unchained. Right now, it was the calm before the storm if he didn’t put an end to it, and Phoebe wouldn’t hesitate to either continue or back off had he demanded it. “Do it and beg for release, my pet.”

Those shapely hips rocked back and forth at a leisurely pace until he did as ordered, offering only a glimpse of what’s to come. All she offered was friction, but he was on the verge of release or rather well beyond it, and finally being able to cum would probably be the sweetest thing of all.

The warm breaths that swept over him felt pleasant, particularly when it brushed up against the base of his eye stalks. He wanted more of course, like a dehydrated individual that just traveled through a desert a single glass of water just wouldn't do. Again he groaned, barely audible as he felt that brief relief as minuscule as it had been.

Eyes had been sort of his thing, not ears. One of which strained to see her without moving that eye stalk from it's current position as easy as it would have been for him to do. “I-I was hoping you'd change your mind Mistress.”

She receded and he listened to her movements. His mind played back all those tiny sounds he was hearing trying to guess at what she was doing before he was allowed to look. An eye stalk twisted back showing him that he had been clearly wrong in the image his mind had created.

It was more than clear what she had in mind though he wasn't sure if that had been the gel smeared on that strap-on or lubricant of another nature. His eye lingered on her taking in her diminutive demeanor. Had that gel not been affecting him he would have ended things then and there but so many parts of him yearned for attention at that given moment, each being neglected currently, that he had simply not cared.

He was unsure about the joining. It was tough to concentrate subjected to all the gel that had been on his body. His need was great causing him to focus on it in exclusion to everything else. He had not attempted such concentration before but might be able to pull it off. Technically he had three brains though two of them were smaller and only controlled his eye stalks maybe he could shift some of these sensations to them to take the load but seeing that they were more sensitive would that even be possible?

It was better not to try and keep to the primary brain.

“I'll try Mistress,”

His eye drifted closed for a moment attempting to concentrate on what he was doing. When it opened again she would feel a tiny tingling as the connection between them had been weaved. Soon regions of her body felt as if they were on fire. The top of her head, her ass, nipples and cock? It was working things were blending together. She could see him and herself at the same time. Through that connection she felt what he was feeling at the same intensity.

“Please Mistress, I yearn to release. I want to cum, need to cum. I want to feel you inside me. Want to feel your insides,” he began struggling to both maintain that link and fight against the effects of the gel at the same time.

The joining manifested itself in much the same way as it had before. Yet there was more tearing away at her sanity, more mind wracking horrors comprised of not just denial induced want, but absolute need, in combination with wildfire which set the blonde’s cells on fire. An intense erotic heat shot through Phoebe’s erogenous zones and body parts the human female sorely lacked. These phantom limbs ached, bursting with desire. Each threatened to sear her flesh from the hot pulsating warmth pumping through every last piece of theirs, sufficient enough to potentially fry one’s brain from sheer sensory overload.

Sweat crested her forehead almost immediately. Nails dug into that fine ass and by extension herself, the sensations shared as they always were. She was burning up. A feverish gasp oozed from tingly lips, unable to be contained. That sublime cock of his flooded her loins with a distinct longing, forcing the girl’s hips to buck before she managed to align herself properly with Gorjen’s backdoor. The gel really did a number on him. She could only hope her own focus remained intact a little longer.

“Mnuuhh~ .. Good boy.” Phoebe moaned out to the heavens above, allowing her head to roll back for a moment in a feeble attempt to muster enough strength for what’s to come. “I .. Ahhn .. I-I’ll grant your request.”

From one moment to the next, Gorjen found his mouth erupt with molten heat. Phoebe popped the small vibrating capsule into her mouth, fueling altered cells with everything they could ever want. Sucking on the device, rolling it around with her sensitive tongue, all of it granted pleasure many more fortunate souls couldn’t even fathom. She whimpered pathetically, lips agape with a stream of frustration induced moans, emitting the low capsule’s low hum before the young woman leaned in to share this hellish degree of ecstasy.

With the small orb trapped between her lips, granting orgasmic bliss from the start, Phoebe bent over her partner’s stature to plant it against the base of his eye stalks, feeding them both blinding white hot delights as her hips succumbed to the final decisive thrust.

It would’ve been impossible to describe the alien nature of those sensations. She felt full yet empty when Gorjen’s constricting muscles fell to her advances, the gel providing even more of a rapturous fever dream to gorge themselves on. After going as far as possible, the girl began to recede, then descended again while quickly picking up speed. She aimed for those spots which provided the most pleasure and the least amount of discomfort. There was no need to truly map this one out. Phoebe experienced everything from start to finish, adapting to what she felt to fuck him into a whole new realm of worldly thrills.

A hand of hers reached around to briefly tug on one of his nipple’s weights, then descended to that tormented shaft to trace along its hot throbbing vein. She looked Gorjen in the eye, seeing both him and herself when those satiny fingertips curled around his member, sliding them across the male’s girth which only spurred her on more.

The other pressed into his backside, delivering a tentative slap to the firm stature of it before seizing his hips for balance and control. She ploughed him thoroughly, alternating between slow and quicker thrusts until Phoebe bottomed out though at that point she couldn’t keep herself from ravenously pounding that incredibly tight hole anymore. Muffled moans neared their crescendo at an alarming rate. If she happened to be on fire before, she was burning as bright as a raging sun, hoping for seconds of enduring this rather than minutes.

“Ahh .. hah .. Cum .. Cum for me, pet! Cum for m- Auuughh!” Neither one nor the other would’ve been able to keep counting when release assailed Phoebe’s senses and another ripped through Gorjen, at which point her focus simply shattered. One final pump of her hips filled him to the brim. The toy did not eject semen though Phoebe experienced Gorjen’s second orgasm as it welled up inside him, bringing the pressure to new heights until a flood explosive enough a release to force those nefarious beads from his member’s shuddering girth erupted before their quaking forms.

Soon, the humming capsule dropped to the ground, replaced by nothing but Phoebe’s supple lips, as well as the feel and sound of gasping breaths being drawn into her lungs. Several long moments passed before that artificial shaft had been extracted though his shackles had yet to come undone when the shapely agent circled around him. She knelt to gobble up that drooling spire, sucking him dry with leisurely bobs and slurps of her head, all to the blessed feel of those digits massaging his tense sac.

He knew that if he were able to begin to joining that she would experience all that he was enduring, succumbing to that ultimate bliss. It would be unlikely that she would be unable to hold back for much longer and as soon as that connection had been established he could both feel and she the effects that it had been having on her.

The pleasure and agony hit her in waves as they shared this experience. It was tough to maintain but well worth it. A brief grin slipped over his features, one that he could see from her perspective as he looked back upon her. Still there was a bit of a false start before that toy was aligned with him. He could feel it entering him, entering her. Was he being pegged or was he pegging her?

It all melded into one, his heart slamming against his chest time and time again as he groaned out in passion. That sound soon muffled when he felt the vibrations rushing through his tongue. As sensitive as his eyes had been to her, her tongue was that sensitive to him.

Even feeling her inside him felt like he was in her. In many ways it was one in the same with the joining as she felt the experience as well feeling the effects of giving and receiving at the same time. The act punctuated by his groans as she continued, the clap of her hips off his backside resounding in their ears.

There was no preparing for the wave of pleasure that he experienced. It only doubled when those lips pressed the base of his eye stalks. There was no disguising the electricity that fired through him. His body pressed back, his back smacking up against her chest taking that strap-on deeper inside himself. Again he groaned out feeling the hat of one of his nipples being quenched as she tugged against the clamp only feeling the experience for herself.

His rod throbbed, smeared in precum it glistened making the path of her hand easier to transverse that spire. “Oh! Ahhh!!! M-More!!!” All his senses were buzzing. He had more experience with this sort of thing, the feeling of twice the pleasure, but it still felt divine nevertheless.

No sooner had she asked for it did he cum. His member rumbled then fired forth a torrent of that sticky release. The tendrils followed suit and he gasped out, the rattle of the chains loud in their combined ears. She was not the only one gasping for breath and when she finally extracted herself coming in front of him she would find that he was still coming. That rod quivering it was well saturated in his own essence.

She could feel each of those throbs. She of course could feel how good her lips and touch had been as she went to work on him. He was still coming when her lips settled down upon him, that essence working to refresh her and oddly him as they were linked. As she worked she could feel those neglected areas acting up. Time alleviated that some, yet kept the pair on edge.

The more she drank the more he gave her. Eventually he would stop ejaculating though he still throbbed vigorously in her mouth as she cleaned him.

“I want to fuck you, Mistress ...” he gasped as he gazed down at her kneeling form.

It was such a delight to feast on the tide of sensations Gorjen’s company provided. She nearly forgot her task in the process of devouring that delicious spire, gorging herself on explosive bursts of honey like seed. At one point or another Phoebe’s stomach felt downright full yet he would not cease for a short while longer. When the flow finally came to a halt, there was more to endure to savor this moment.

Shallow bobs consume more and more of that throbbing phallus, tempting him with sultry, seductive eyes which never abandon his in the slightest, then shift into deep, ravenous descents that force his entire length into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. For a moment, Gorjen’s girth took her breath away. Supple lips kiss the base of the man’s groin, causing muffled moans to pervade every aching cell of his manhood. Those keen eyes flutter, now glistening with tears born of pure rapture. She drained him, cleaned him, lavishing him with attention until her body threatened to succumb yet again, always on edge with this psychic link of theirs.

That desire of his had been voiced, loud and clear, causing those hazy eyes to dart up with lingering clarity. She gulped down the thick final dollops of his release, setting her nerves ablaze with this inhuman pleasure once more. Only then did Phoebe recede, guiding that member up to drag her tingling tongue against the underside. It went from base to tip, the former allowing these luscious lips to latch on for a brief suckle against his testes before working her way up.

She halted before relinquishing the tip, granting the swollen crown a long patience testing smooch until he had been free at long last. Sensuous eyes watch him throb and bounce in response to each subsequent gush of blood flowing into that hardened mast, then rise alongside her petite frame.

“How demanding .. You always crave more than your Mistress provides. Worse, you’re never asking for it.” Sly fingertips skim across those neglected areas, tending to their itching flesh while Phoebe moved in close, pinning that wondrous shaft between them. The weights dangling from his teats got trapped before her clothed chest, a stinging onrush of bliss whenever the lovely blonde swayed this way and that. A free hand cupped the man’s cheek, bringing a smile to those perky ruby lips. “It almost sounds as if you’re trying to give another order .. or was that merely an expression of your desires, my pet?”

Phoebe reached for his eye stalks, searching for those sweet spots with a gentle rub. “Are you even worthy of being with your Mistress the way you want, pet?” She purred, actually rising onto her toes to get up high enough for a deft, teasing lick against his exposed neck. “You’re going to leave me here .. Perhaps I should leave you longing for what you desire until you return? If you were to take me with you .. allow me to accompany you on your trip, then perhaps ..”

Taking a step back, he found himself sheathed amidst her touch again. The sinful warmth of a seductress, the practiced ease with which his senses were manipulated, Phoebe wouldn’t allow him to forget any of it before he made his choice. “Otherwise, I’m afraid your hips will meet nothing but air tonight.”

Gorjen could feel what it was like having an altered tongue. His own tingled in delight as she went to work on him. Every caress with it, brought more of that bliss upon him. Feeling his own pleasure at the same time it was an euphoric mix, a blend between their two bodies as she continued.

Whether she noticed it or not there was a time where he had found it difficult to breath, his own throat feeling full as she continued to service that oddly constructed rod of his. Tiny tendrils brushing along her tongue as she continued giving back considerably based on what he was feeling from their shared pleasure. That begged the question of how strong this link was. Could actual injury be felt between them at least on a permanent basis? What would happen if one of them perished while the link was up?

Given how paranoid Gorjen's species was there had to be some safe guards in place; pain must have been temporary and the passing of the other while unsettling, might not have caused any harm to the other. Still, the link itself had not been explained to her in detail so it must have been relatively safe.

All the teasing caused his entire body to heat up as if one nerve rolled tight into a ball. So much stimuli affected him at that moment, his own, hers, yet as she spoke his eyes turned toward her studying the diminutive creature before him. He gave another tug against his restraints which rattled in their shared ears. Every muscle tense but unable to free himself at this stage and Phoebe could feel the muscles in her own forearms flex or was that his? It was so hard to tell those sensations apart. She felt as if he had exerted himself that time, perhaps his plans had been to take her after breaking free. Fortunately for her he did not possess super human strength.

Unable to break free he had no choice but to answer her. For a brief moment she saw the temper flare in those eyes, that dreadful need which she could feel. It was gone a few seconds later as if remember there little game which required a great deal of effort on his part given the gel fueling his lust.

“Forgive me Mistress. I forgot myself. Yes, those were desires I was expressing.” That aching chest continued to heave. Even those words caused his tongue to flare or was that from her spoken words, the lines of reality had been blurred in that moment.

“You wish to go off world?” It was tough to think with all the touches while trying to maintain the link between them given the circumstances. Raleigh made costly arrangements to allow some of the slaves to leave the club. For starters a substantial sum of money had to be put down as collateral in addition to the usual fees for hiring said slave for the allotted time. With the return of the slave collateral was returned minus any damages and so on.

Few were taken far from the club. For most it was more convenient and less costly to purchase their own slaves but this one was already trained. Many preferred breaking in their own slaves but others didn't have the time. Clearly this was a luxury that few could afford. It was far easier to hire out a particular slave and stay here at the club for an evening but some liked having company.

It wasn't a popular option but it was an option that was there even if few could use it. Gorjen was one of the few. He had no idea what Raleigh had paid for her but he would have no problem in matching that price. Of course that was provided that he was willing to sell her and of course it would have to be at a profit.

Gorjen had been focused on completing his business first before thinking of such things. Every part of him seemed to be yearning for attention at that moment. “We leave tomorrow pending that you do something about this Mistress.”

“I wish to go with you.” The correction had been made to further serve his addled mind something he longed to hear although the luscious blonde had trouble thinking straight through the joining’s magic crashing down on her. She never had time to think too deeply on all such a union entailed and probably wouldn’t as pleasure alone served her well enough for the time being. As the prospect of losing herself to it became ever more inevitable, Phoebe stated her desire to be with this alien and no one but him.

Springing her trap too soon could’ve complicated matters. It wasn’t even much of a trap, really. She merely showed what could be had and what he’d be missing out on in her absence, or rather his in the grand scheme of things. Somebody else relished the wonders of her being while he was gone, pursuing business elsewhere when he could do both at the same time. That’s all Phoebe had in mind for their session tonight though it may tide him over until next time she sincerely doubted he could resist her loving affections for days on end. Purchasing one measly slave for a time or forever would’ve been nothing to a man of his financial status, and Raleigh hardly fancied her to begin with. It almost hurt her pride to think she wasn’t worth much, almost.

Gorjen seemed eager to break free. If he had managed to break his chains, there was no doubt in her mind they wouldn’t be having a conversation anymore. She’d be pinned down and ravaged, the thought of which made her tingle all over, leaving her aching flesh quivering to the phantom sensations of a primal lovemaking which had yet to take place.

“I hope you’re a man of your word, my pet.” With but a sly grin etched into her features, Phoebe closed the distance between their faces, one set of eyes deeply gazing into the other while those ripe, tantalizing lips skim against his. “You may have your wish just this once. If you betray me, however, I’ll have to put you in chains yet again.”

Then, the shared warmth of a deep, sensuous kiss engulfed both their senses. Phoebe’s tongue pushed into his mouth, tackling his despite the maddening tide of electric bliss rippling across the tender muscle, causing every bundle of nerves there to flare with nothing but pure ecstasy. She moaned without care, without inhibition, stroking his molten rod throughout these long, agonizing moments of amorous affection.

Soon thereafter, the Mistress abandoned her loving pet to his bonds. Nothing tended to those cruelly aching portions of him while a short leash had been retrieved to grace Gorjen’s collar before long, a minor means of establishing control he’d have no trouble ignoring as soon as those shackles came undone.

She’d released him rather than torture him with neglect any further. Whether he pounced on the lithe, petite blonde was entirely up to him. Had he not seized this opportunity to take over, Phoebe would lead him on to the slanted platform here. The coming hours would suffice to rock his world in more ways than one, and hopefully seal the deal entirely. His flesh yearned so much, every orifice aching for more, it’d be interesting to see who could still walk out of the room by themselves once the two of them had finished here.

“Then you shall,” he returned not once thinking that this was some sort of contrived plan on her part. At that moment he was all too wrapped up in his current need to consider anything complex struggling to fight the flaming desire that he felt as well as maintaining the link that he had established between them, which, under ordinary circumstances would have been easy to keep established.

Eyes regarded her before him. “I keep my word. Friends. Enemies. That does not matter. A man of my word.”

His heart was racing, the gel driving him nuts particularly as their tongues entwined giving him a little taste of what to expect. His tongue felt as if it were on fire feeling what she felt in that moment to the point where the sensation had been blended together to the point that he did not know what he was feeling or what she was. He knew that her tongue had been altered, that she was the one feeling this barrage of pleasure yet at the same time he felt it as well.

The leash clipped to his collar generated no reaction from him other than the twisting of one of his eye stalks in an effort to view what was happening. As soon as he had been released from those restraints his hands came upon her. Picking her up by the hips and pressing her back up against the nearest wall he didn't even spend time on unwrapping her from her garments.

Lips pressed against her own muffling his groans. With the weight of his chest pressed up against her own he was able to pin her in place without the need of his hands which he now used to peel off clothing taring at them so they were tatters barely clinging to her body. They then roamed her body, feeling and groping. His mouth fell to her breast sucking on it as he aligned his aching shaft on those wet folds. Wasting no time he found himself urgently pushing into her, exploding at once as he filled her.

But he did not stop. How could either of them be content with that? Constantly she was being filled and emptied. Whether against the wall, on the floor or in the bed he came at her with all she could handle. She would find that he was the sole client for the evening. The remainder of the working day had been spent in that room pleasuring each other. Before either had realized it the club was closing down for the night, which was where his time ended with her. Still, it had been tough for him to stop and he was given so leeway considering how much money he spent but all good things came to an end.

Fed, rested, the next morning she was not awakened straight away as usual allowed to sleep in. The work schedule had not been too exhausting keeping the slaves fresh for the clients. However, there had been another reason for this. Her time had already been purchased. When she did wake other slaves saw to her cleanliness and that she had something to eat. Dressed up with elbow length white gloves, a yellow dress and even some pearls she was then brought before the Hel'Corian that had been responsible for her being here in the first place she found her collar was removed and replaced with a different one. She heard a beep as it was locked into place.

“I hear that you have a field trip later this evening. That collar, once it is activated, will require you to stay close to a device your client will be given, a bit more than ten yards. While it won't compel you, you would rather not learn what none compliance means.

“What makes you so lucky to go off world? The others slaves that have been allowed to leave stay on the planet. Some of their clients like to shower them in gifts and take them shopping. You haven't been here all that long.” He dismissed his own question with a wave of the hand.

“With the down deposit for your return I'm surprised that you were not bought outright which makes me wonder why Raleigh has decided to keep you. You must bring in considerable money for him. You will be working in the casino today until Gorjen arrives for you. You will be kept from entertaining today, not that it comes up as often there.

“But I know how talented you are,” he tapped his temple for emphasis. “I think someone is keeping the full extent of their abilities from me. Not my problem. If Raleigh wishes to send you away then who am I to argue.”

He moved closer to the petite figure circling around her, inspecting her seizing her breasts when standing behind her under the pretense of adjusting her dress a little. “Of course technically Raleigh purchased you for me. Your lack of combat skill lessens your over all appeal for what I had in mind. Still, it would be a loss if you didn't return I have a few things in mind ...”

Hands gripped her shoulders massaging them. Leaning down to whisper in her ear. “In time … finding the right people is rather time consuming.” He straightened back up. “Now go until you are called upon again.”