“I'll see what can be arranged Mistress,” while she was away from the Iron Vultures for some time now she did know all the old haunts. She didn't expect any of them to mount a rescue mission or be sympathetic to their old captain's blight. Many would easily take advantage of that situation. Some may not care to get involved. What they chose to do was on them.

She may not have had any special powers but she did learn what her Mistress enjoyed and worked toward satisfying her. The taste of that scaled rod was delicious as always. Her heart sped up as she tasted precum, her orbs hurrying along the sides of the scepter she worshiped.

The cries of her own sister spurned her on. It was as if she had been judging that stamina by her own once the fun really began. Elevated up higher as that rod spread her wide her legs folded around her Mistress as her body folded down upon that member.

Each downward fall of her hips felt smooth, the scales scrapping at her insides at each upward thrust into that tight passage. Up higher now she could reach those scaled breasts easier, fingers sweeping over the luscious orbs that she squeezed in her grasp and even sucked on.

Serena's own cries joined with her sister's own from the displays. “S-So gooood!!!” She gasped between licks and sucks, her own hips growing a bit restless as she dropped down, gyrating them as they moved. Back up the thrust of her Mistress lifted her only for her to repeat the process.

Ankles hooked over each other as her legs squeezed against the back of her Mistress. “P-Permission to c-cum Mistress – AHHH!!! P-Please!!!”

Not surprisingly Vespira knew her body quit well. Of course she would press past the added bliss to please her Mistress or would have to prevent herself from tipping over that edge if it were the will of her Mistress.

Whether or not the pirates could be found or if they would care was of little consequence. It was merely Vespira considering her options. None that mattered to Serena right now. The enslaved sister was getting exactly what she desired more than anything. The woman's desire for Vespira had reach a point where she would consider Destiny competition, an obstacle, or perhaps even a threat. Knowing that the very thing Scorch sought to protect was plotting against her made this all the more pleasing for the evil alien woman.

The rough scales dug into Serena's breasts as they slid up and down the monstrous member. The tip of the Gorgonian's tail slapped the bed of pillows hard. Sharp hisses left the serpent's lips as the slave climbed up further on top of the alien crime lord. The heated tip pressed against the woman's drooling cunt. The slave wasted no time in dropping herself down the mighty phallus. Her inner walls were spread wide open as she struggled to take as much of Vespira into herself as possible.

The Gorgonian's fingers dug into the human woman's hips, holding her tight as the woman rose and fell onto the alien's cock. The serpent hissed in delight while the slave cried out. Every scale tenderized her velvet inner walls. Her g-spot pulsed and throbbed helplessly as every rise and fall caused multiple scales to drag across the bundle of nerves like fingernails. She clung to the serpent's humanoid torso, burying her face into those firm globes. The finer scales glimmered as she kissed and sucked on the alien's hardening nipples.

Those quivering walls twitched and wrapped around Vespira's scaled member. The scales alone were dominating this poor woman. Among her own desperate cries and pleas, she could hear her sister all around her. Destiny had fucked so many aliens both in and outside that club. Her body was no doubt trained to serve Vespira if the opportunity arose.

The serpent sat up, the human clinging to her torso the entire way. Hips soon surged forth, jamming that heated knob against the woman's cervix. Vespira held those hips still as her own began to pound away at the woman's climaxing cunt. The Gorgonian showed no mercy as she fucked through Serena's first orgasm and the many others that followed. All around them, screens showed Destiny's face as she came her own countless times. The thrusting continued with piston-like efficiency. Only when Vespira's head reared back to hiss out a cry did the thrusting stop with her cock as deep as it could go, unloading her alien load into the slave's hungry womb.

Whether or not her sister would get the opportunity to climb the rungs and acquire the personal attention of her Mistress had been irrelevant in that moment. While it was best not having her around should that competition occur had not been her place to say. After all she followed the whims of her Mistress.

Presently she was distracted by the attention that she was receiving. Besides, her Mistress already expressed the desire to sell Destiny so she had nothing to worry about. Serena may have been greedy but she knew her place. There were always going to be other slaves that had her Mistress' attention but they were mere playthings. She was the one that her Mistress came back too as she tried making herself as indispensable as possible.

It was good showing that eagerness but at the same time knowing when to reserve herself in order for her Mistress to have her fun. It was a balance that she figured out on her own without much prompting. In the beginning she had been jealous but Serena was a smart girl and could work out things for herself without being told.

Right now she showered that spire of meat in attention spread out against that welcome invader that she sank down over. Her skills had been improving. Even without the conditioning of those collars her body took more and more of that rod each time as she welcomed the return of that member.

Permission to cum had not been granted so she did her best to hold on. Those glistening scales numbed her mind and that rod felt divine as it speared into her again and again. She was only able to hold off for so long before saturating that rod. Fortunately her Mistress did not seem to care but did not relent.

She found herself crying out in passion matching those cries that were issued by her sister. The ultimate reward came when her Mistress choose to reward her exhausted body, that essence firing off inside her, each throb fired more of that release into her filling her up as she gasped, her head leaning back, her body tightly wound around that scaled scepter. When she looked back she was gasping pressing her firm lips to her Mistress', her tongue seeking her own as she rested atop that rod that she saturated with her own juices.

After a moment her hips gyrated from side to side using that dick to stir up the juices inside her then halting as the last ebbs of energy left her. Barely conscious she purred out in glee.

“That was wonderful, Mistress. I, I did not displease you?”

It would be easy for Vespira to tip her over the edge that last time as she was barely holding on at this stage. Her body glowed in the aftermath of release. She had been wrapped up in that state for some time now as it seemed that those scales constantly had her succumbing to that most pleasurable invasion.

It was always satisfying to force a woman to climax despite their resistance. Without permission, Serena tried hard to endure only to be completely dominated by the scaled woman. Vespira ripped every orgasm she could from her slave's shuddering body. The older sister could barely sit up as she tried to kiss her Mistress's lips. The embrace was brief as the woman swooned from every motion against those rough scales. Every attempt to rise, twist, or bend led to those scales rubbing against her already tenderized depths.

Vespira pulled out in one hard motion. The scales raked across those juicy depths, sending that final wave of stimulation to finish the woman off. As cum and juices left Serena's twitching body, the Gorgonian grabbed a towel to clean herself off. The slave would have no doubt loved to clean her Mistress off herself. But, the human woman had limits and she was in no condition to get up as her body continued to be wracked with bliss.

She turned off the video screens and call for her servants to get her connected with Mercer. While that was being handled, the Gorgonian sent new orders to the club in question. Scorch and a number of other slaves named in the report were to be prepared for transport. Scorch would have further specifications with what would play in her visor during the trip.

It would be days before the report reached the club then another few days before the transport rendezvous with Vespira's cruiser. That would be when the sisters would be able to have some time together prior to meeting with Mercer to discuss further business.

Serena battled against the pleasure that wracked her body, a feeling that no mere collar could have duplicated. She was sure of that despite not having had one herself, not that it had ever been needed in her case since she worked so closely with her Mistress in the beginning and even those times she had been away there was always a yearning to return.

Each orgasm that stole over her body felt amazing. Each time she had attempted to hold herself from cumming as permission was never given. Each time it was inevitable that she would fall against the unrelenting thrusts that took delight in each and every time she fell.

As it were she did her best to hold on but could any one slave hold on? The feel of those scales alternated between rough and smooth, her body supplied to her Mistress until her Mistress had been finished with her. Fortunately she had not been scolded for cumming or worse discarded.

Her body had been trained to endured, whether at the hands of her Mistress or one of the lucky saurian guards she selected. Her pussy milked up the seed that was deposited inside her, back arching accentuating her large breasts, legs tightening as she cried out in bliss well beyond she had been horse.

In the end she had been spent, breathing heavily as she remained unconscious on the bed. W. hen she woke her Mistress had been gone and she moved to get cleaned, have the room cleaned and then moved on to arrange details with Mercer but found that that had already been taken care of.

In the days that followed she served her Mistress as best as she could. Going over reports, tending to other duties and ensuring that security had been more than adequate. She even checked on the latest activities of the ADD just to keep apprised of what they were up to. While Mercer may have been small enough not to be a priority that definitely didn't hold true for her Mistress and she didn't want anyone crashing the party so to speak.

While she was working on this the days had gone differently for her sister who had been prepared via the instructions of her Mistress. Scenes of her and the fake Mercer played out before her on a constant loop that more than reminded her of months past. Though she could not recall much of what had happened she had been reminded of that time.

It didn't take long for the collar to break her. She wanted, craved relief. Whatever handlers she chanced upon whether they had been simple slaves seeking to feed her or guards bringing her from one place to another she sought to feed that need. Without any other form of relief it would be maddening to endure alone if no one took advantage of the state she had been in.

Conditioned to feel a certain way and with the feedback playing constantly she was forever kept aroused. Falling asleep to her own fingers saturated by her body, playing with her tits or playing with who ever would have her. It was no surprise that the collar did it's job by the time she arrived to the vessel after which Serena removed it after checking the recorded results.

Now she tinkered with her decision. Her Mistress allowed her to do with her sister as she pleased during this time. As it were Destiny wasn't much in the way of conversation but presenting her to Mercer as she was may have ruined the surprise that her Mistress was seeking too.

After struggling for so long it would have been a piety to ignore Destiny completely. So she had to work so that her sister had some clarity while preparing her to keep Mercer surprised. There were plenty of saurians on the ship that could clear her sister's head for a bit. But it was never good enough given the vids she was subjected too, her programming towards Mercer had been set up and played for her while on the ship when not subjected to the small games she played with her sister.

By the time Mercer came aboard she made a few suggestions to her sister. More or less commands in how to please her Mistress better. What was expected of her and so forth. Leaving the other slaves to get her ready she met with Mercer who had a pair of lupine body guards with him.

After seeing that the trio had been unarmed she lead them to the chamber that her Mistress would be meeting them in. Mercer had been tense, not really sure what this was all about. Recounting anything he might have done to gather the ire of Vespira then reasoning if he had gained it then he probably wouldn't have been brought aboard the vessel partaking of the drinks that had been set out for him and his men.

So what was it that he had that gathered the attention of that woman? He couldn't calculate it and had to wait of his fellow crime lord. For the time being he was entertained with the slaves Serena provided him and his men, along with the music and wine. Kept waiting just long enough for him to second guess what was truly going on Serena returned along with her Mistress. Her dear old or rather younger sister had not yet been present but their were minions close at hand that would bring Destiny her.

Serena made brief introductions, not that it was really necessary though she liked adding as much flair to her Mistress' titles as possible.

“As charming as ever, Lady Vespira. What do I owe the reason for this meeting?”

Scorch did not have to worry much less think of much during her transfer. She along with a number of other slaves were put into pods. Their limbs were bound and devices designed to stimulate them and take care of bodily needs were applied. The mercenary woman's several days of travel were nothing but a cycle of stimulation and bliss. A headset continuously revealed scenes of her tending to Mercer's needs. The other women were writhing in their own pods, their only source of pleasure the machines that held them captive just like Destiny.

The collar and headset continued to feed her soft mantras of obedience and submission. The pod kept track of her vitals and fed her when necessary to ensure her body did not expire. Upon arrival, Serena reviewed the collar's readings and removed it. Until it was time to reveal the newly indoctrinated slave, Destiny was Serena's to with as she pleased as long as it did not result in revealing her presence to Mercer.

Scorch's ship and belongings were brought along. The ship was kept in a separate bay while Vespira reviewed the jewels that were meant to be an offering to her. They were certainly impressive and worthy to be worn on her person once properly cut and socketed into jewelry. Whether or not this would lead to any sort of mercy towards the mercenary woman only Vespira could say.

Vespira did not pay any further attention towards Destiny. Whatever matters were happening between the woman and her sister was left as that. She did wonder if the human woman was even aware that her own sister was commanding her like a slave now.

When Mercer finally arrived, the Gorgonian was escorted to a meeting room by Serena. Destiny was dressed in harem attire. Make up and perfumes were applied to further stimulate the senses. The slave was not wearing a collar though few showed concern. There were many guards around for this meeting and it was doubtful Scorch could get far unarmed, alone, and heavily stimulated. Vespira had given direct orders to not touch the woman and to not allow her to stimulate herself.

The Gorgonian herself was dressed in fine sashes of transparent cloth. Gold pasties with jeweled tips covered her nipples. A jeweled chain hung loosely around her waist while numerous necklaces poured between her breasts. Bracelets and rings adorned her hands and wrists. The serpent slithered into the chamber and sat on her own coils.

"You came without assking why, Mercer?" Vespira hissed, "How obedient... I have come upon a unique item that may be of interessst to you. Yesss... You were the firsst persson I thought of that could find usse for thiss particular assset. Thiss is a rare opportunity for you to do businesss with me. Unlesss of coursse, you do not wish to? As you know, I deal in ssslaves, ssservants, whichever you prefer calling them. I know you have had a few yourssself for a time, using them for your little gains in the arena. I believe thisss one will be of use to you."

The Gorgonian gestured to have Destiny brought in. "I believe you two have met before," Vespira said, "Her ssskills do not ssuit my harem but, I believe she could suit your needs. Ssscorch, do greet the fine gentleman. I am certain she has much to sssay after being away for sso very long..."

The serpent would observe Scorch's behavior. She was no longer collared and wondered what this little slut would do now facing the real Mercer.

Mercer wasn't in any sort of position to deny a meeting. Had he somehow angered Vespira he still would have been dealt with. If things weren't bad then rejecting this meeting could have been a slight with consequences down the line, from failure in being included in anything that could heighten his profile. And if she were angry then by not coming he gave up any recourse in mitigating that displeasure. He did give her a bow after she spoke, his men following suit.

“I am most curious as to what this entails. This summons gave me the opportunity to bask in your radiance once again.” He supplied with a look to the glistening hue of scales that captured his attention along with a fortune in jewelry no doubt.

“Unique? I am certainly interested.” Mercer listened to what Vespira had to say envisioning the selection of slaves. Had she come across an interesting fighter for the arena? There were a few individuals he had his eyes on but each had been subjected to other arena Masters.

Scorch had been thoroughly prepared enroute to the ship. Forbidden from touching herself, her only relief coming at the hands of whatever her sister had planned for her she had not even realized that she was taking orders as if Serena was her Mistress now. Obedience had been so infused into her that she complied refraining from touching herself regardless of how much that itch hurt her.

Oblivious that Mercer was here the crime lord too had been kept in the dark about that fact. Certainly it caught him by surprise when Scorch arrived. Adorned as if part of a harem his superior sense of smell took in all the ointments and perfumes emitting from her.

“Yes, I am familiar with her.” Mercer eyed the red head as she approached. He could smell her arousal increasing with each step she made closer to him.

Unaware of how heavily Scorch's heart was beating in her chest, seeing the very object of all the stimulus that had been played back for her. “Her, Mistress.” She did not hesitate as she moved to the being that she had once loathed. Dropping to her knees her hands skim over Mercer's legs. Blue eyes peek up at him.

“It has been too long Master.” Slender fingers work to unfasten his belt and extract his meat. Fingers work over him slowly bringing life to that member. Bending down her tongue licked over the side of that swollen rod. Hands slowly work on that girth pumping it up and down slowly. Any differences between him and the shape shifter as far as size and shape went unnoticed in her hungry mind.

She did not immediately get to sucking however, casting her gaze back up at him. Trained to obey she did just that though it had been her hope to deviate Mercer from any lengthy discussions. “I'm am glad to see you again, Master. I only hope that you have looked forward to this as well.”

Another lick this time over the tip. She sort of assumed that a lengthy discussion wasn't what her Mistress had in mind but didn't want to rush straight into things right away. She could feel the pulse in the member she held only now spreading her lips around that thick member and taking as much of it into her mouth as possible tuning out any conversation that he was having with her Mistress as she had at the club. Only the client mattered then and thus.

“I see you've worked on this slut's manners,” Mercer said to Vespira as he set his hand on Scorch's head pushing it down farther on his cock as her head bobbed up and down his length.

Mercer seemed more than pleased seeing Scorch kneeling before him. He did not stop the mercenary woman from undoing his pants and guiding his member out. Little did Destiny know that this was the first time to have experienced this alien male's cock. It did not seem she noticed any differences from what the shapechanger assumed. The woman was eager to get to work though and was soon gobbling down the lupine's erect cock with eager obedience.

"Me? No, I would never wassste my time on thisss particular ssslut," Vespira hissed, "Thisss sslut merely embraced what she truly was all thiss time. With a little guidance from her dear sisster of course."

Fingers ran through Serena's hair, stroking the loyal pet. Vespira's yellow eyes watched Scorch's performance, allowing Mercer to enjoy the pleasure of this one's complete and total submission. "She had been attending the arena on her own. She may have been losing on purposse to further improve her sstamina in order to sserve me," Vespira continued, "Now, she keepss crawling back to me in order to ssee her sisster. Each time, she willingly workss at my esstablishments. Each time, she sstays longer than before. Thisss time, I doubt she would have ever left without my command. You ssaw it as well, no? She did not even look in Serena's direction. Her only desire was to ssatissfy your needs."

"But, I have little interesst in the arena much lesss her presence," the Gorgonian added, "I prefer these little games that make thiss sslut degrade hersself. I am certain ssuch payback ssuits you as well. I am willing to ssell Sscorch back to you for a fair price. She will be all yours. Ssend her to the arena, fuck her until she only knows of sscreaming your name."

Those yellow eyes continued to stare into Mercer. Vespira would see how strong this man's will was while Scorch pleasured him with complete devotion. "Tell me this appeals to you..." she hissed, her words slithering into the man's psyche, "Tell me, what you would love to do with this woman? I would love to hear how you would break this one after all the pain and annoyance she brought you in the passt."

It was a big galaxy, there were numerous arenas that Scorch could go to. Not surprisingly she didn't go to those arenas that he frequented. Still he had heard from time to time that she was still taking matches but hadn't heard of anything recent. Despite what was going on Mercer had a strong will, not an indomitable one, however.

He may not have even picked up on the fact that she was attempting to influence him since they were having a simple conversation and he was going to answer anyway. But she would not that he had not jumped to answer straight away but rather gave some thought to what he was hearing.

Casting a glance over to Serena as she was mentioned he glanced back to the bobbing head before him then returned his focus to those yellow eyes. Imaging the fun games that his peer had to have devised he then answered.

“Is that so? I had heard that she was still fighting from time to time but gave it little thought. I had assumed that she struck some sort of arrangement with you or that you were blackmailing her to fight as I have done with her.”

But hearing that Vespira had no interest in the arena drove home the point that Scorch had delighted in that sort of thing, that she was embracing her inner slut. “I always knew she was a slut at heart. The arena wasn't enough for her, a mere taste of what she was missing at the club.”

He paused for almost a minute thinking about those things that he could do to the former pirate. True, they had met when she attempted to steal from him whereupon he captured her sister. He considered the state that the club molded her in, considered all the hatred that he had seen in those eyes.

Sending her back into the arena straight away would only give the slut what he wanted. “I think I will deny her of her wants at first, at least after she finishes. Drive her out of her mind and only give her release as a reward … I'll have to keep her out of the arena for a while, but as it looks I don't think she's concerned with that.”

He felt his balls being fondled while he spoke unsure if Scorch was really hearing any of this not that he cared if she was. “I'm interested in taking her off your hands. Credits or trade? My stock is small but I prefer quality over quantity.

“Ah, I think I have a little something in mind for her but not straight away, a little game of sorts to see just how long she could hold out. Particularly a simple version of hide and seek when she's riled up and tempted all the while on her quest to find what she seeks ...”

Vespira's grip on Serena's hair tightened briefly before release the slave. The sound of Scorch's orally pleasuring the lupine creature was audible among their conversation. "I doubt she would notice if she never entered the arena again," the Gorgonian stated, "I wonder if she even noticed her sisster is just a few feet away behind her? She does not sseem to remember what she sstruggled sso hard for. You can probably ssmell her desire, her need. She wantss only one thing now."

Serena would see her sister hard at work. It did not appear Desire cared about anything else happening around her. Desire's gaze was only on Mercer's cock as she diligently worked his shaft and balls. That left Serena was the only human woman standing while these aliens spoke to one another.

"A trade? I am lisstening," Vespira replied, "There should be no doubt in thisss one's quality. I expect nothing short of the bessst offers for my work and time. You wish to please me, do you not? Do well here and you will see me much more often. Your future can change thisss very moment."

Vespira's gaze never left Mercer's. Hips swayed gently from side to side. The bright lights in the room caused the precious metals and jewels to glimmer and shine. But, all paled before the prismatic scales of the Gorgonian. He was right in calling this alien being radiant. The shapes and colors flashed into his eyes and the eyes of his guards. Every hissed word lingered and tried to find its way into the male's psyche. All this while Scorch was putting everything she learned towards pleasuring the engorged cock before her.

"Tell me more about thiss game," the serpent woman hissed, "I may be interessted in sseeing it unfold."

Serena wouldn't have minded servicing her Mistress but she had some self control. Not wishing to distract from the dealings here she held herself back though was mindful of the visual clues that her Mistress provided. The tightening of that grip on her hinted at some excitement but she was unsure if it were from the discourse or the image of her sister before them. Most likely the former though she remained close circling behind her Mistress and using some of those coils to elevate herself up to a height that allowed her slender fingers to massage the shoulders of her Mistress. Focusing in on the shoulders where they connected with her neck she kneaded those scales with a delicate yet firm touch. She tried keeping her breasts from connecting with the back of her Mistress but that couldn't be helped from time to time given their size. The older sister had plenty in that department which the younger could not hope to match.

“Yes, I can smell her desire. It is strong,” Mercer agreed, his head holding the mercenary in place as she continued to work on that cock.

“Not all of my slaves are for the arena. I keep several personal slaves on hand,” Mercer answered. “Had I known what you had planned I would have brought along some that would appeal to your fine tastes. I have only two on my vessel at the moment but if either of those appeal to you ...”

His resistance to her was wanning. Mercer groaned softly after he had trailed off. “That would please me. I would look forward to further business arrangements.

“As for the game it would be a simple one, really. A game of hide and go seek but I will not be hiding. It would be for her to find me after evading my guards. Or falling victim to them will forbidding her to get caught or discovered by purpose. I'll modify the game a bit, denying her of any relief unless she succeeds.” He explained. “I have plenty of time to consider all the lewd games I can make her play. If it pleases you I can send along recordings.”

Serena's fingers paused for a moment. She pressed up against the back of her Mistress then leaning down to lick her earlobe were she whispered a few words not wishing to distract her Mistress much but offering some advice from her experiences. “Mercer's personal slaves will need a little retraining but their skills are exceptional from what I was told.”

Mercer's groans only showed Scorch's prowess and gave the vulnerable slave praise as things continued to heat up. "It would please me greatly to hear how you further tame thisss sslut," Vespira replied. Hands massaged the Gorgonian's shoulders. It took some effort to dig into the dense muscles. Serena's full breasts rubbed up against the serpent's back. It seemed the slave was not willing to interrupt matters much. She whispered a few words though it was unknown if the information was still accurate after being away from Mercer for so long.

Vespira's eyes closed briefly as she enjoyed the feel of Serena's lips on her ear. But soon, those yellow eyes were on Mercer once more. "Your two ssslaves may be enough for a firsst payment," she hissed, "You know you will never find a better trained ssslave than the one between your legs right now. Once a thorn in your sside, a nuissance. Now, she existss only for you. She will debase hersself, degrade hersself, anything to earn your attention. That should be worth four of your besst, easily. Two now, two after you play your firsst game. Perform well and perhapss I may be willing to sspread the word of your new found game of entertainment."

The serpent watched Mercer intently. He was no doubt having his fill as his focus was split between business, the alluring serpent before him, and his former enemy deep throating his throbbing cock. Everytime one slipped from focus, it made it that much harder to keep focus on the other two. "But if you doubt my wordss," she continued, "Relax and allow thisss ssslave to tend to your needss. We have time. Ssimply relax and let Sscorch take care of you from here."

Mercer considered the price. Four slaves, most of his stock had been combat orientated. Half a dozen or so were not though finding and training individuals up was time consuming. Still, this was an opportunity. Clearly Serena had mentioned something to her Mistress drawing upon her experiences in the past no doubt. Just how much had the former pirate learned he wondered.

There had been something hypnotic in those yellow eyes, something that did not want him to brake away from that gaze. There was some weight behind those words, he had not even realized that his grip had slackened on those red locks moving away.

He was keenly aware of the frantic pace that Scorch divested upon him. Whether it had been her hands searing a warmth over his balls or the confines of her moist lips tight against his rod as she drew him in deep. Warm orange colored eyes peeked up at him though he hardly noticed keeping his gaze across the room on those yellow ones.

“I do not doubt her … mmm … skills,” his cock was throbbing with the attention he was receiving. “She is quit skilled … far more enthusiastic then I have seen her in the arena.” That was going back a bit, he had not watched any of her recent bouts since Serena had been freed Scorch had tended to avoid the arenas he had been at most often so he had yet to catch her performance which he would have only marked as adequate. She had known her place when failing and submitted but he never remembered the slut being so into pleasing her betters.

“Four slaves, of my best stock. It may take a few weeks to get the others up to your standards, they are a bit rougher around the edge since I did not train them to work with others outside of myself. I would hate to give you inferior goods.

“Unlike Serena there they haven't been untouched in my presence at least. They do have some skills outside of what would be typical of there station. My interests are with warriors and fighters for the most part. These have some combat skills, while other hardier species would more useful for such things they tend to draw attention. Many of their talents may not be necessary for your use,” Mercer supplied barely able to keep it together as Scorch savored his cock, forcing another groan from him as he shot his load into her mouth and down that throat feeling tender lips sucking on him as they drained the contents of his balls before going to work on cleaning up his still throbbing scepter.

Vespira was very pleased to see this small time slave owner succumb more and more. Mercer's grip on Scorch loosened and the bobbing of the woman's head caused his hand to slowly slip off. His body was becoming more relaxed and vulnerable to the human's molten lips slurping away at his member. The stimulation rippled through his loins, stealing away his focus which made it harder to resist that gaze which in turn relaxed him in a never ending cycle.

The serpent rose up and began slithering closer. With a snap of her fingers, the door hissed open and more of the alien woman's lovely slaves entered. They approached the other two lupine guards, beckoning them to follow to enjoy themselves elsewhere. "Their other sskills are of no conssequence," Vespira hissed, "Thisss deal pleases me. I wish to learn more about you and your work. Your guards are unneeded. Please, allow my petss to tend to their needss while we continue our talk in private."

Vespira was standing before the alien wolfman. A single finger would keep his gaze on her own. The slits that were the serpent's pupils spread fully open, attempting to draw the alien male in deeper. The orgasm wracked his strong body, unleashing his thick seed into Scorch's eagerly awaiting throat. Serena saw that her sister was truly distracting Mercer. With her Mistress moving closer, she was left in a state where she was not contributing once again. Even if her younger sister was on her way out, would Serena tolerate being less useful than Destiny?

If Mercer dismissed his guards, Vespira would continue to gaze into the man while Scorch tended to his aching member. "Perhapss, I may have usse for you afterall. Would that please you? Being useful to your Misstresss?" Vespira hissed, "Tell me more about your operationss. Do you merely raise ssslaves for the arena?"

Blowing his load inside Scorch's mouth felt incredible as the dam released all that pent up release. Those eyes held his focus even as the redhead continued licking him clean, nuzzling and massaging his sack and coaxing every drop of his release from him. As other slaves arrived he wave towards his men which had been all to happy to depart with them for untold pleasures.

Serena stepped down off of those coils once her Mistress began to move. She followed hidden from view for the most part though she peaked out at the scene from around her Mistress. She grinned at the scene seeing the look in Mercer's eyes that dulled his senses. She had seen it before on others and knew full well that he was under it's spell. Still, he resisted it a little she thought since he had not immediately supplied answers given them thought. There was a little hesitation on his part that she chalked up to her sister distracting him.

Stepping closer to her Mistress she kept her presence know not to be out done by her sister. She froze when Vespira spoke thinking at first she had changed her mind about her sister but as she continued it was clear that she was speaking to Mercer. A hand reached around Vespira's hip flowing down slowly. Breasts pressed to that back as she planted her lips along that scaly back.

Her hand continued to descend downward seeing if she was needed especially seeing that matters seemed to be well in hand. Still she did not wish to be too distract just in case though wanted to keep her presence known.

Scorch had not stopped treating that sensitive but still hard member. It didn't appear that she had heard the question or if she had she must have worked out that it wasn't meant for her. Since the command wasn't given to stop she went on serving her object of affection, craving even more as her body remained wound up with all the images that had been burned into her brain.

“Yes, Mistress, that pleases me.” Mercer paused thinking among the pleasure that he found himself in. Then he continued a few seconds later. “Many are designed trained for the arena. Some, the more promising ones are trained in areas of stealth and assassination. At times it is necessary to steal certain incriminating evidence on rivals to blackmail them or eliminate them altogether.

“Others are used as spies. I even have a few useful assets that allow me to keep tabs on the ADD. Most of my operations involve fixing fights, the slave trade or moving illicit goods into systems that have outlawed them. Right now my operation is small but I am slowly growing it with the money I generate from the slave trade and fights.

“It is tougher to operate in larger arenas so I'm stuck to worlds on the fringes for the most part. My slave network has been quit extensive. While I can get slaves rather easily it does take considerable time to train them in the areas that they will specialize in whether for the arena, pleasure or other activities.”