How good a woman could feel hadn’t been a matter of speculation anymore. Once Gorjen was through with her, more so due to the club closing down than him wanting to depart, Phoebe couldn’t move a single muscle. No amount of the male’s unique cum could’ve energized the spasming heap of molten seed and sweat caked flesh beneath him, drawing staggered breaths to fill lungs constantly drained by moans and rapturous cries.

She slept well. There were no interruptions. A nice warm meal tended to her overbearing relaxation from the evening before. Some strength had returned to her, but the surprises didn’t end there. A man of his word, Gorjen’s actions saw her prepared for more than her usual work.

The clothes were far from the familiar enticing pieces and lingerie Phoebe came to know. As pleasant as they were to wear, they dripped along her lovely curvatures, settling quite nicely around her body. She may have been shorter than everyone here, and less endowed at that, but it was certainly a gown made to accentuate her curves without being tight in the slightest.

One look at her gloves revealed them to be a reminder of a distant past, serving fellow humans who’d abandoned her. She’d rather not go back, and she was pleased to know these and the young blonde’s elegant dress were being worn for someone else to admire.

Losing the collar had been something Phoebe could’ve done without. In time, the device’s modifications would’ve allowed her to establish a connection with the same woman who’d enabled its inherent albeit hidden functions in the first place. All one had to do was think in order to pass information along.

It could’ve been used to track her, perhaps. That’d have been rather useful. Without it, her current plan revolved around gathering information whilst lacking the means to pass it on or call on Luna for help once she discovered where and with whom Gorjen intended to meet up. She had attempted contacting Luna through the collar before it was removed, but only now did she realize not much thought went into actually learning how to use it. Not that it’d be of much use without specifics. It no longer adorned her delicate neck, meaning the agent may have received a message on her end, but that’d be the end of it. Frustration welled up in the woman’s throat, something she had to choke back down in order to continue this charade.

“F-Forgive me for leaving, but it’s the customer’s prerogative to pay for my company.” A blistering wave of heat rolled down her spine with the familiar Hel’Corian towering before her, then behind her, seizing a handful of these petite albeit soft and supple globes. She knew that if she leaned back he’d be there, whether armored or not, to bless her with his rock solid physique, a prime specimen of a man resisting temptation though not enough to keep himself from feeling her up.

It didn’t bother her anymore. She let loose a barely stifled gasp, biting on her lower lip with a shudder coursing through her being. He then lavished her shoulders with affection, working tension out of weary muscles she didn’t even know she had. His words were distant at this stage. Whatever he meant to convey, there’d be no keeping her here for the time Gorjen meant to keep her for himself.

“Ah .. Yes. Yes, Master.” She nodded in understanding, both with regards to the new collar and his instructions. The weak feeling in her knees haunted Phoebe until her subservient beauty had sashayed out of the room, heading for the casino where she’d likely spend the coming hours.

The anchor shaped piercing which adorned the blonde’s smooth belly did more than lightly protrude into her dress tonight, hinting at concealed wares beneath her newfound attire. Aegir hadn’t heard from her for a few days and vice versa. She messed up there and had no excuse, but certainly had further updates for the telepath on what transpired recently. Nothing regarding the stone, unfortunately. That ship must’ve sailed once she wound up in this mess.

This desire of hers to help a fellow human had to be of little interest to him. She hadn’t expected to leave this place, if only for a time since Gorjen hadn’t purchased her, and didn’t know how that affected his plans. Yet it made matters easier for her. She’d just have to improvise.

“Tch ...” The Hel'Corian snorted at her response leaving her to make of it as she would. The change in collars changed the plan but she couldn't let on to that. There had been barely enough time to think about matters, certainly none in which she got a response back so she couldn't be certain that she got an update off. Regardless the Hel'Corian did not suspect anything being amiss, at least he did not seem as if he had. The change in collars could have been standard for this sort of thing.

Sent to the casino it was business as usual. Raleigh was on the opposite side of the room and she saw Viryon among the numerous aliens at his side as he gambled. From what she could tell he was only mediocre at the task but it did not matter. Since he owned the club money that he lost would only go back to him at the end of the night. It was only in those games of chance against other guests that he stood to loose money and he did his fair share of that too. It appeared that he only wished to have fun while surrounded by his eye candy though it wasn't every day that she had been able to work in the casino, this being only her second time, it was tough to get a sense if this were normal or not.

The aliens her were better behaved. There were no gropes but she could feel eyes and other sensory organs upon her as she served drinks and even sang a few songs. One of the other slaves came up to her at one point telling her to go to the store room and bring a specific ale to the kitchen that they were running low on, they were running low .on rather than running off to the bar each time they needed drinks.

Storage was in the basement, that much was easy enough to find out. She was rather small, the Hel'Corian staff better suited at carrying larger objects from the place but a package of booze was manageable even for her. It wasn't as if she had to transport a lot of the stuff either.

While she had to go through the back areas, the way down to storage and into the basement meant going through the kitchen where a few aliens and staff were preparing meals and coming and going bringing drinks and food to and fro the casino. No one bothered her, everyone having their own tasks. Directed to the basement when asked it wasn't until she was in that dark storeroom that she was interrupted. Hands moving over her eyes as someone stepped out of the darkness behind her.

“Guess who?” The voice belonging to the very agent she had met. After guessing those hands moved away allowing Phoebe to turn around and see a figure about her size. It took a moment to process everything, she looked different then she had last seen her … dark hair, well fitting clothes equivalent to what she would expect out of the slaves working in the casino. The biggest surprise was the metallic slave collar she wore about her neck.

“We don't have much time. Gorjen should be here within the next hour or so.” Luna held up a thin tool. “Turn around, I don't have much time to perform the modifications.” It was clear that Luna anticipated this, just as she had somehow arranged for her to be here.

“Gorjen is making his move today. Just a hunch. A strong one,” Luna spoke as she worked on the collar.

The stage was a pleasant change of pace. Singing had been preferred to roaming among the crowds although they were far more reserved in the grand scheme of things, and with her new formal attire it restored a semblance of normality to everyday life. Given the changes to her body, that might’ve been odd, but it helped not to be used for sexual services alone. She never considered herself much of a singer in the first place or bothered asking whether anyone actually enjoyed her performance or not. If only for a time, Phoebe felt detached from the erotically torturous routine of working here. Sooner or later, freedom would be hers to claim once again. She’d only have to endure. And someday, Kurgan would hear her sing, too.

Time flowed surprisingly slowly. Similar to being dispatched to a hot landing zone during more civilized times, the risks and thrills alike weren’t allowing one to truly calm down. A moment of reprieve came when she was sent down to the basement, the noise of the club and casino nowhere near. She nearly jumped as hands came over her eyes, never having heard a single step.

“Luna ..” The word slipped from gasping lips almost instantly, a melodious sounding name compared to the many who’d often commanded and used her over the past few weeks. Not that it needed to be said. She knew those hands, their touch, not a coarse working woman’s texture yet one well refined to satiny perfection.

A brief spin allowed her to face the well known visitor though at first Phoebe’s eyes had to be deceiving the young blonde. From the woman’s altered color of hair and alluring dress to the collar bearing neck, none of this screamed Luna for her. Coming here was as great a risk as any, but that wasn’t the foremost thing on her mind. “You look .. different.” Phoebe cleared her throat. She figured calling her stunning wouldn’t be quite as suitable for the situation at hand, no matter how true. “I hope you’ve come with a plan on how to get yourself out of here.”

She then turned back around and let the other woman get to work. It wouldn’t be long now. An hour, perhaps a few at most. Then, Gorjen would be here, and with him there’d be no going back. “Gorjen’s supposed to pick me up later this evening. He’s grown quite fond of me, I think. With any luck, I’ll be staying with him wherever he goes .. hopefully.” They weren’t going on a date or anything, but this was a luxury long denied to the petite human. Alien worlds were always a risk, especially to humans. Even if they were free, they may not be for long in a dark backalley.

Looking back without turning her head, Phoebe pondered on what to expect once the exchange was taking place. “What should I do if he does make his move today? Contact you again? What will you do?” If this weapon was important to the agent and her superiors, would there be others to act once the man’s contact had been found out? Was she acting alone? Whatever happened to the agent Luna worked with on the same task before?

“What modifications are you making to the collar anyway?” Whatever was being done would help accomplish the agent’s goals, that much was clear. It didn’t keep her from tensing up a bit every now and then, having someone this close to her vulnerable neck. She had a hard time trusting anyone recently, but since it’d be in Luna’s own best interest not to do anything harmful here, Phoebe had little reason to be alarmed.

“That's the idea with Gorjen being suspicious I had little choice. Frankly I'll be happier when this is done. That bio-weapon he possesses is bad news for everyone,” she nodded at that though she could not help but smile too. Her eyes appraising Phoebe.

“I'm not the only one who looks different. I could just eat you up but unfortunately we don't have much time. The pearls are an odd combination with the collar though.” Another nod followed. “Sure do. When Emi told me what was going on I knew that I had to act quickly. I hadn't accounted for you being taken off world. I guess I was hoping he'd let something slip out during pillow talk or something.”

She listened to what she had to say about Gorjen. “Excellent. I can get you away from all this when we make the bust. I had to be a bit creative but think I did rather well for myself given the lack of support. None of this would have been possible without your assistance. And for you information when I leave I'll be getting your friend out at the same time.

“I can leave her nearby if you'd like.” Luna divulged going through the particulars. Naturally if she wanted to return that was something that could easily be arranged. She kept quiet about the details, however, Phoebe didn't need them and in a worse case scenario they could jeopardize everything else. “All you need to do is relay where the meet is going down. Leave the rest of the worrying to me. Suffice it to say I have a plan.”

She worked on the collar until questioned about what she was doing. “Right. I'm interfacing it with Emi's systems. You know about tech where you think and something happens? Just like your last collar I tampered with, you think something and it gets sent straight to Emi. Locations, numbers and so on. Stuff like that. As long as you wear the collar you can transmit data one way to Emi. We'll get it and make any modifications. The only other thing you need to do is stay pretty. There, that's done.”

She turned her around and held her upper arms after fixing the pearls. She smiled again allowing her gaze to sweep down over her then back up. “You're almost home free. I won't breath a word to the ADD if you don't want me to. Now don't keep Gorjen waiting, he shouldn't be long. Oh wait. One last thing.”

She blushed and glanced away then back after a few seconds as there was little time to waste. Tasting those lips with her own her eyes close as her tongue entwines with her sensitive one briefly before drawing away from her. “For luck,” she adds brushing her cheeks with the knuckles of her right hand.

Phoebe had no love for the organization she happened to be a part of many months ago. To be perfectly honest, by now she’d lost count of how many days separated her from that fateful encounter with Vespira’s subordinates, and thus her former superiors as a whole. Everyone would be better off without an update regarding her fate for there were many who were never saved, but without being confined to captivity who was to say someone wouldn’t come after her again?

The work on the collar completed, electric shards of bliss soon pervaded the young blonde’s aching tongue, every deft lick goading it further into action as she found herself moaning into the other woman’s sensual union. As the kiss broke, excuses were made, though Phoebe knew the flushed features which very much mimicked her own in these faint few moments.

Hands skim along the curve of Luna’s hips before supple fingertips dip into the cushiony flesh of her backside, seizing the delicate agent there, feeling her scantily clad body beneath her touch whilst bringing her close for something she dared to take without giving herself a chance to indulge. They were one for a short while longer, one hand reaching up to grasp the back of the disguised agent’s head for a deep, tongue dancing infused bliss she could not peel away from. Only then did Phoebe break away, allowing them both a moment to catch their breaths before smiling, fingertips still trailing along those precious hips.

“Gotta make sure it lasts for the both of us,” She added with quickened breaths, her heart a thumping machine of excitement whilst erotic heat rendered that tongue needy beyond belief though it was her smirk which grew more so than the desire to lose time by keeping things going. “You’re blushing just as much as you did the other day.”

Another brief moment of exposure to her touch had passed before Phoebe finally stepped back, focused once more on the task at hand or, rather, doing her best to do so. “Now, I didn’t exactly know my way around down here before, but I feel someone’s going to believe I’m slacking on the job if I don’t hurry back.” With a faint nod to the ale ordered upstairs the shapely blonde went on to pick it up, heavy yet not overly so even for a girl of her stature before she bid her comrade goodbye. “Stay safe.”

She returned to her duty soon thereafter. Things were still expected of her until Gorjen arrived, and then there were plenty of expectations still. Phoebe found herself scanning the area she worked in for him and him alone, even more so as time went on, quietly anticipating his presence with ever rising suspense.

Luna gasped, her breathing ragged, small bosoms heaving up and down as that contact was broken. For a moment she forgot the logistics of the situation. Her questions could be answered later. Such logistics would only consume more time in the here and now to hash out.

We'll have to finish things later. She thought as that thrill rushed through her. That kiss was a mistake, of course she wanted it, liked it, but knowing about that Achilles heel in the form of Phoebe's tongue it would only make things that much harder to deal with.

“I shall.”

After bringing the booze up she was sent back on the floor. While she kept an eye out for Gorjen another alien had been watching the petite blond for some time. The being, a tall humanoid two meters in height had claws, needle-like teeth and long flowing black locks to his waist. A third eye rested upon his forehead, all burgundy in color.

She had first been aware of the well dressed man as he applauded one of her musical numbers. But it was probably the second time that had the biggest effect as he past her by a lone finger grazed her arm. Clearly he had been interested in her casting a grin at her as he past her by.

Where he touched heated up a moment later. Spreading first through her arm then engulfing her like some sort of blaze. No stranger to aphrodisiacs she could tell that this was one of them. A strong one at that. There was no dampness where she was touched, nothing had been rubbed on her. No puncture marks ruled out an injection.

That drug made her tongue tingle even more. She wasn't working in that sense and most of the aliens here had been focused on the games of chance. The club didn't mix the two often. If one was interested in sex they'd frequent the other half of the place. This area had been reserved for serious gamblers for the most part. Raleigh had been the exception not really caring about winning or losing. There were others like Gorjen that could be distracted and taken out of their element, a few slaves had subtly been used in this fashion to throw aliens off their game.

Essentially she was on her own here. It would be a long hour to suffer through. Just as she was coming down Gorjen arrived. His eye stalks independent of each other took in the sights. First he moved off to Raleigh to have a few words. Her arm was seized before she could go close with him. That same alien held it, that same sensation flaring up only stronger as more of his touch had been upon her. Only then had she realized that he was producing the effect somehow.

“I know not what he sees in you. Hurry back now. I'm only going to be around for a few day Phoebe.”

He let go of her arm grinning at her once more. It was unclear what he meant. Did he know she was leaving with Gorjen? Was he a regular at the club? She couldn't place him but there were days were she was out of it too so there was no ruling out the fact that he could have seen here at one point.

In light of recent events, that lingering kiss led to nothing more than the most pleasant tingling sensation which tended to haunt her senses one way or another. Serving drinks, singing songs, all of it required one to speak and feel a near constant passage of air over highly sensitive cells. Nothing could compare to the fleeting touch of an unknown admirer which set her body ablaze with desire. Between a lack of contact with other patrons and beverages, she knew it had to have been that well dressed man though what exactly he did remained a mystery at first.

The effects spread like wildfire, coursing through her veins until there was nothing more to set ablaze. Phoebe knew of potent aphrodisiacs, but nothing quite like this. There was no injection, no moisture to indicate it had seeped through the blonde’s skin. Ultimately, it had to have been a product of the man himself, but that knowledge didn’t help any. She burned with lust, experiencing nothing short of a fever dream whose sweltering erotic heat lapped up against and caressed the poor woman both inside and out.

Hidden among the crowds, few could help themselves to the protruding hot peaks her nipples had become. They throbbed feverishly, as did the swollen pearl of her womanhood, the latter of which twitched with not just unchained want, but need. Inner thighs trembled, pressed together and tensed, only to relax and begin the cycle anew. “Ahh .. hah .. Oh God ..” Her chest heaved with heated breaths, causing her entire throat to shower her with even more sinful carnal pleasures. “So hot ..” It hurt to fight this. The heat brought beads of sweat to her forehead, and all her audience might see happened to be a woman thrust in the depths of erotic agony without the ability to relieve herself. It was even more shameful to admit she enjoyed being seen in the open like this, to experience this sickening thrill, to have all those eyes upon her, watching her lewd self try and retain even a sliver of composure.

The coming hour seemed to go on forever. Seeing Gorjen again nearly made her drop the drinks she still had to serve prior to approaching the man. She found herself smiling despite having come down from the aphrodisiac somewhat, already envisioning the many ways one could spend time during the upcoming trip.

Someone stopped her. “Ah!” She ground to a halt, gasping at the renewed gush of erotic bliss shooting through her captive arm. Stricken with lust, those somewhat hazy eyes looked up to the far taller humanoid’s own, both puzzled and revealing just how far one small dose of his personal effect had driven her mentally and physically. The third eye caught her attention the most, at least until the moment he uttered her name. Hearing it from the man’s lips sent a shudder down her spine, or was it the growing desire? Her knees were starting to feel weak, almost giving in to spasming thighs which could barely hold her weight.

If they had ever been close, Phoebe couldn’t recall. She didn’t remember him or his face, something that’d have been difficult to forget. Then again, more often than not these aliens rocked her world until she couldn’t think straight, whether at the tables or in a private room. Yet names meant next to nothing for one in her position. She never introduced herself with her real name, going so far as to simply assume the name Gorjen had given her; Chance.

Was he an associate of Gorjen’s, looking into whom he was dealing with? Was he referring to him or someone else? Only a few days, he said. She wouldn’t be gone that long, at least officially. Luna intended to take her elsewhere once they made the bust and coming back wasn’t in her best interest, not even for the sake of answers. The aphrodisiac showed Phoebe didn’t stand much of a chance in a face to face encounter. Regardless, it was a worrisome uncertainty this man confronted her with though nothing could be done about it for now.

She couldn’t hold much of a thought right now either though the blonde made sure to memorize his appearance in case anything came up. From what she gathered he had to be referring to Gorjen though there was no way to tell. She’d have to take it up with him later, if the two of them had time to rest up, that is.

His touch had remained for a long while, allowing that infernal aphrodisiac to return stronger than before. Not one fingertip, but the entire hand had seized her this time around. It left no trace of its existence either, meaning Phoebe lacked evidence of this man using drugs on her even though it wasn’t allowed. There wouldn’t be much of a point to reporting him to the guards.

Phoebe’s petite beauty shuddered. She found faint trails of nectar saturated her inner thighs with the woman’s own shame already. Her cheeks were utterly flushed. The edges of her vision began to swim with tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted it so bad. Another hour of this, if not more, would’ve been excruciating. Were it not for her arrangement with Gorjen, she may have given into temptation right then and there, but bowed slightly out of respect for another patron she couldn’t tend to right now. “Ahhn .. Ah, please .. Please, excuse me, mister.”

Whatever allowed her to step away and turn to where Gorjen had been moments prior, that same strength began to ebb little by little. Along the way, Phoebe smoothed out her dress, restoring whatever semblance of perfection she could for the wealthy alien. She waited, however, hands folded before her lap until he and Raleigh finished talking. Only then did she make her presence known, unwilling to disturb them unless beckoned to approach before then.

If the sensations in her tongue had not been difficult enough to deal with that innocent appearing touch had been maddening. Just a single finger that grazed her left her in such a state that had numerous eyes and sensory organs set upon the blond as she moved about the crowds. The aroma of sex waffed in the air drawing attention to her. All the signs of arousal had been there too, a lovely sight for them to take in.

There were rules to the establishment. This area had been reserved for games and it seemed that that alien played such a cruel one with her for whatever reason making that hour long and nearly unbearable. Few slaves were taken here by the patrons. Occasionally one would flirt too much with a patron throwing them off their game only to be rented out and taken to a private room. There was no sex here. The closest would be a slave sitting on the lap of a guest.

Naturally there had been numerous offers to take her. Offers that had been declined given that other arrangements had been made. However, more than a few patrons had reserved a slot of time after her return. She would be very busy indeed when she got back.

Raleigh had been across the room with his plethora of alien slaves about him. Since he was not the being to be approached with these offers as there were other aliens that dealt with that he had not noticed her flustered state. Staff did, however, keeping a closer eye on her as they noted the effects of drugs which had not been allowed save for the ones in the private rooms.

Maybe they chalked things up to her tongue. She was doing a lot of singing. Even so they watched her more closely. Even the staff had been unable to contain their excitement and if they had their way they would have had her bent over a table out back. Certainly when she returned they would have to teach her a lesson about making them stiff. Other slaves would certainly fill in for her later but the fact that they were working made it incredibly difficult to seek relief at the moment.

Rules may have been in place but that did not stop them from groping her on occasion as she past by with drinks. Hands, tentacles and other things slid across that shapely rear. Some even gathered up some of her juices from her thighs sampling her taste.

Gorjen couldn't have arrived soon enough though by then the drug had been ebbing. It gave her some idea of the length of that effect if it were a mere chemical. She couldn't be sure since there was no evidence of it her state may have been induced psionically. Whatever the case it had been with a greater intensity as she was grabbed and halted for a moment.

Staff had yet to move in but they watched to ensure that there was no trouble. For all they knew he was asking her for something, he let her go shortly after getting her attention. The man simply grinned at her, albeit it was a small grin that he was attempting to hide but she would see it.

“Of course.”

Making her way across the room had been no easy feat. While she stood near Raleigh took no notice of her. Why would he? She was human after all and he had all this eye candy surrounded around him. Gorjen had though. One eye stalk twisting in her direction. From his profile she noted a grin. Business had been concluded rather quickly and he took her from that place to an awaiting hover limo.

“Were you kept waiting long?” There was plenty of space for the two of them. Drinks too but he had assumed that Raleigh's people had drugged her so she would be nice and ready for him. He did not torture her any longer giving her some relief as he fingered her while consuming her tongue.

“Your so wet.”

The ride wasn't too long so he had filled it in that simple for now. They arrived at the port where she was taken to a modest sized luxury ship, a pleasure yacht. They weren't outfitted to fight. Most had no weapons or minor ones and unless this one had retractable ones she didn't see any guns.

A droid greeted him on the ramp and the ship fired up it's engines soon after for take off. Gorjen had other plans taking her immediately to one of the luxury rooms. Along the way she saw numerous servant droids that went about the business of preparing the vessel.

Tossed on a bed Gorjen quickly removed her panties from beneath her skirt then got to work teasing her sex for a few seconds. Rubbing a finger over her clit then licking around her labia. Face hidden from view due to her skirt his tongue surprised her when it slipped inside her body eagerly tasting her as that muscle caressed her insides.

Any offer would’ve done. No matter their looks or endowments, every potential customer looked downright delicious to the petite blonde. She loved their many eyes on them, admired their continuous requests to take her. She would’ve taken them to the private rooms without hesitation, or even jumped on their laps right then and there. Servicing them beneath the table would’ve been enough to blow off some steam. Yet the drug remained in her system, fueling untended desires. They were maddening throughout the first hour, but now they had become too much to bear. Phoebe couldn’t accept even one quick passionate lovemaking. As if that well dressed man knew there was no relief in sight, her suffering commenced until Gorjen concluded his business with Raleigh.

Supple thighs rubbed together when he came forth. She was never happier to be with him. Phoebe didn’t have to feign even a sliver of delight for it was all genuine. The drug flowing through her veins left her hot and aching for more. Had there been even more of a delay due to business with Raleigh, nothing could’ve stopped her from pleasuring herself right then and there.

“Ooooh~ Gorjen♥” She melted into an embrace with him once he began to depart with her. Heat emanated from the woman’s swollen globes and fully erect diamonds, the center of which contained Gorjen’s arm which she’d claimed with both of hers, pressing close to her savior in these moments. Her racing heart radiated nothing but the purest form of excitement. “I’ve missed you .. You've left me waiting all day, but I forgive you.” She smiled faintly though even on the surface her body yearned for him, wanted him, her hazy seductive gaze always on him save for cursory glances to where they were actually going. Conscious efforts not to beg him for attention out on the streets prevented the worst, but the wait was more of the same cruel erotic torture.

The change in scenery hadn’t been registered all that much. All that mattered was leaving the club behind and winding up with her precious customer. His knowing touch took off the edge of her needs though by then Phoebe’s dripping flower couldn’t help but burn for more.

From one moment to the next, they were aboard a ship, then a bedroom, her weight slumping back first into the covers which promised satisfaction at long last. Swollen with want, her tender mounds heaved with each heated lungful of air she took, grinding their covered teats against the dress that concealed them. She looked up, mouth agape to drown that eager meaty tongue with sensations of every passing breath, her cheeks flushed and eyes dulled to the point they may have conveyed nothing short of a single thought that occupied her senses for the past hour.

Soaked panties were cast aside before he moved in. Phoebe spread wide instinctively, having long since sacrificed coherent thoughts to fully indulge in Gorjen’s mind numbing affections. “Ahh!” Her entire body jolted with pure ecstasy the moment he’d made contact with her engorged love pearl. Compared to the raging fires at her core, everything else felt downright chilly to the touch. “Oh God! Yes! Yesss!” Inner thighs spasmed as a tide of bliss rolled through her, almost setting her off on the spot with the slightest teasing nudge.

“Auuughhh!” Shame and overwhelming glee alike had been etched into her features as a high pitched shriek had been elicited from the blonde’s moaning lips. She came within seconds of that tongue plunging into her velvety core, crushed by an embrace of molten lava and sweet nectar enveloping him at the same time. Phoebe threw her head back, clutching the sheets to the feel of her core constricting violently about him, only for that snug grip to come undone and return as her body came uncontrollably. Eyes fluttered, practically rolling back though unlike the club there weren’t mirrors here for her to find herself cumming harder than most were ever capable of achieving.

Yet the drug’s demand remained high. She felt it ebb, but lap up against the shores of her being within mere moments. Burning through it would take time, but Phoebe didn’t care how much. She could barely think about anything else anyway. How long was the trip going to be? When would they touch solid ground again? Was she going to be awake by then or would their time together wear her out completely?

“Nuuhhnn .. M-More .. Please more ..” She didn’t quite care as a hand of hers fell to a heaving breast, mauling the poor neglected orb with impunity. Another reached for the bump beneath her skirt where Gorjen’s head should be, encouraging him to do more though she would not prevent him from rising up. Phoebe wanted him to fuck her good, and delaying this inevitable treat would hurt more than it tormented her to wait a few moments for them to adjust.

Certainly there was the presence of drugs, not that it had mattered much. It did however move Gorjen to take care of that need rather then have her suffer through it much longer. Indeed she was wet well before he tended to her during the transport to his ship. But he had not broken away to pilot the craft. Nor had he instructed any of the droids to do so unless informing them ahead of time. Phoebe did not know if he was going to pilot the craft or not.

Had she been thinking straight she may have deduced that he would at one stage. Most droids couldn't pilot as well as organics. Those that could were expensive not that Gorjen couldn't afford such models. Organics were better at interpreting changes easier and adapting to them on the fly. Droids were good at navigating and doing other various calculations and had been better as co-pilots.

The ship did not move but her world felt as if it were. That tongue treating her pussy with strong firm licks. He knew just were to guide it, they were one in the past, connected in ways that life forms couldn't comprehend.

Her hand at the back of his head begged him to stay put even after her body convulsed around his tongue as he pleased her. His finger caressed her love pearl in small circles one way than the other. But not content in letting her reach her first release he allowed a second then a third to sweep over her before he peeled her hand away from the back of his head and disengaged with her. Standing he gazed down at her grinning as he did so.

Then one of those independent eye stocks came to rest on her. “Now, now, you can't have all the fun.” He first commanded her to strip in her entirety leaving her with only the collar, pearls and belly button piercing.

Once that had been done he got on the bed after undressing himself. That bumpy phallus throbbed standing at full mast. Having her take him into her mouth those bumps shot out those tendrils sweeping along that sensitive tongue. Having been connected to her in the past he knew just how good that it felt when her tongue had been played with.

His hand rested atop her head not allowing her to disengage until his hot seed splashed at the back of her throat. Keeping her in place there as spurt after spurt of that seed fed down her throat he then allowed her to disengage from that staff coaxing her into sitting over his lap.

In no time that hard member had been aligned with her sex though hands on her hips prevented her from falling straight down that spire. A tendril from his rod stretched out playing with her clit. His mind reaching out to her own feeling the growing pleasure mounting within her. The tip of his shaft snaking along that slit barely penetrating that flower.

“I am going to exhaust you. We have time before my meeting. But I won't deny you any longer.”

And with that he pulled her straight down his rod. That sensation leaving her clit as their hips came together abruptly. He held her there reaching out to her mind then as he joined them together feeling just what she was feeling. That ache that was inside her reached him and while he had intended to keep her in place a little longer she felt his hips shoot up against her own as he pressed into her from below.

That tongue toyed with her, overwhelmed her as it thrashed inside her folds, and while every release numbed her senses more and more, Gorjen didn’t ease up until her nectar had been reduced to a froth.

The air seemed even colder as she was ordered to strip and his command had been obeyed without hesitation. Phoebe knelt, observing him expectantly, eyes filled with anticipation, more so with his every discarded piece of clothing. Nothing held her back once he drew close, putting her body to use the only way it was always meant to function. As soon as that energizing seed flooded her throat, the woman’s world seemed downright complete. She drank with deep, ravenous gulps, being the good girl she was trained to be. Fulfillment pulsed through her veins, but only until the aphrodisiac came back to remind her more had to be done for it to cease its maddening grip on her, and she and Gorjen changed position once again.

Suspended above that molten spire, Phoebe’s entire body tensed and shuddered. She found herself tormented by a wanton appendage sweeping over her tender love pearl, rubbing across the glistening surface, nudging it this way and that amidst teasing circular movements. Supple thighs threatened to buckle beneath surge upon surge of heavenly bliss he infused her with, but Gorjen’s firm grasp wouldn’t allow it. The blonde moaned out, whimpering in frustration and denial, that throbbing man meat sawing against her quivering, drooling sex with relentless abandon. Her back arched with eager hips almost bucking into his swollen masculinity, but not even the faintest sliver of relief had been permitted.

His words still rang in her ears, the promise of exhaustion and the sheer gratification that came with it, and the woman’s body could do nothing but flare with delight. All of a sudden, he brought her down onto himself. Electricity shot up her spine. Petite breasts jiggled faintly when their bodies met, both piercing and pearls disturbed by a minor bounce of their own.

She had little time to process what was happening. Within moments, they were one in more than the physical sense. Gorjen began moving, and his companion did the same, succumbing completely to the chaotic cacophony that was their mutual pleasure. Both filled and filling the quivering orifice her chalice had become, thinking straight wasn’t even an option anymore. She was burning up, and he felt the same dire need for release, granting her what was desired more than anything else.

Some claim you could have too much of a good thing, but from Phoebe’s perspective the Joining proved them wrong. Something more than sex, more than indulging in carnal pleasures, it was as addicting as it was potent. Aching hips clashed with his, yearning for more with every needy counterthrust of hers.

The world around them faded, save for the room they were in, then the bed he’d taken her on. The edges of Phoebe’s vision swam as she gave herself to him, body and mind, then soul as that infernal drug demanded nothing short of utter commitment to the man’s loving affections.

It was hard to say where one of them began and the other ended. Those thrusts continued to surge up into her as she fell downward over that spire of pleasure. Hands reached up seizing her meager breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together. He played with them like they were dough kneading them.

Before long he had her on her back. Holding her down by the wrists certainly wasn't necessary but what was had been those vigorous thrusts into her, through that tight channel between her thighs that he filled again and again. Far from finished she heard the creak of the bed, saw both herself, him and the edges of that world she had been cast in.

There was a vague recollection of him slapping her ass as he took her doggy style pressing that well lube up member into that shapely ass of hers. He had her pinned up against the wall had one stage, even choking her though either he had eased up greatly or her collar prevented the worse of it. Due to their shared experiences it may have been the former. In all other instances he took her with a determination. Left there sated. and exhausted as he said a dreamless state engulfed her.

When next she woke they were moving. Accustomed to space travel she could hear that faint hum that reverberated through the plates of the ship. Gorjen had not been present though a quick look around she was able to take in the folded clothes on a night stand for her, clothes of course different than those she had arrived her in though she could still see them discarded where she had left them along with the evidence from her time with Gorjen.

The air was heavy with the aroma of sex and there was a droid standing in the corner of the room so still that at first it went unnoticed. At first it did not appear to be active. Their were no lights indicating that the humanoid machine was even on nor had it addressed her until addressed first.

Good morning. I am QT93 and will serve to answer any questions you may have. Would you like to shower? To eat? I took the liberty of bringing those garments here. Based on the scans that internal sensors took of you they should fit.

She could not recall any scans being made of her but the ship, especially one as pricey as this, should have internal sensors. It might have been a moot point knowing that if she attempted to escape she had internal sensors to content with as well which could have located her in an instant if activated.

Whatever the anchor piercing had been made of had gone undetected. Either a droid didn't see anything unusual with it's construction or it was shielded in some way against scans. Exactly what went into the device she couldn't say for certain. It made sense that Gorjen was now in the cockpit given her more or less free reign of the ship of droids, unless QT was meant to tag along with her while she explored.

Nothing could keep her away from him. The blonde moaned out to the wondrous spasms of sensory overload that shot through her. She moaned into the alien male’s perfect stature, into the base of those prehensile stalks, moaned his name close to the mind and sanity crushing edge he thrust her over with such criminal ease. Twisted worlds of pain and pleasure alike imbued her being with those decisive slaps to her luscious derriere, each complimented with a delicious rippling of flesh and a crimson imprint of his hand where he had struck. Another night of their minds joined and their roles seemed clear, ever so fitting for the master and slave.

Phoebe blacked out eventually, but her mind hadn’t kept up until that point and was long gone. As she lay on the bed, shuddering helplessly amidst staggered breaths, Gorjen’s copious contribution of liquid love spilled from overflowing orifices, causing those ample hips to buck one last time. She fell victim to a downward spiral fed by carnal desire where her every aching cell could do nothing but crave Gorjen and what he was, what he could do, regardless of whether her true albeit thankfully hidden objective went against him.

The potent stench of sex welcomed her senses back to the world of the living. She woke in the amalgamation of their juices hours later, breathing in the oddly thrilling odors of passionae love. Almost immediately her tongue began to ache, then the rest of her, longing for Gorjen.

She rolled over to embrace him, but he wasn’t there. Only one of his droids happened to be around. “Uhhnn .. Mmm ..” Sitting up with a groan, stretching herself against the weary nature of her flesh, sheets peeling off those petite albeit still heavily engorged breasts, she almost would’ve jumped at its initially hidden appearance were it not for the fact she felt comfortably numb from one end to the other. Just sitting upright made her feel lightheaded.

Something about a scan and internal sensors. It made sense though neither her piercing nor the modifications to her collar seemed to have tipped them off, which was for the better. Not that an escape would’ve made sense nor seemed possible at this stage. She had to have a look around first, but her sleep and lust drunken thoughts revolved around something else.

Rubbing the back of her head and thus more of her disheveled blonde hair, she held back a yawn before asking the first questions. “How .. How long was I asleep? Where are we right now? Where’s Gorjen?” They were moving now. Gorjen must’ve gone ahead and left when her body gave in, getting them on their way to the meeting.

A tingly wave of anticipation rolled through her. God, that air was something else, filling her lungs with heated breaths that tempted her senses from the start, but she had to focus. “Hahhn .. QT, I .. I’d like to take a shower first .. Then have something to eat.” A hand dipped to her belly, uncertain as to how much of that cum she’d ingested though she still felt somewhat full. “S-Something light will do.”

Uncaring whether the droid tracked her for now, Phoebe slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. She’d been around lecherous creatures long enough not to care about being seen in all her glory. In fact, it had become quite exciting to just be desired, to be watched and wanted from afar. Needless to say, after last night not even a cold shower could’ve cooled her off though the tiled walls were certainly bearing silent witness to the former agent blowing off some steam before coming back and getting dressed.

She took the offered garments with the faint hope they matched the previous ones’s fetching appearance though it was the Master who chose for her one way or another. Afterwards, Phoebe ate then freshened up a little before heading out with the droid’s guidance, looking for Gorjen whilst having a look around her latest prison.

The droid had not answered he at first seeming to reflect on the question though that was a ruse making it appear more organic as the calculations had been processed in a nano second. “Unknown. You were asleep when I arrived at Master Gorjen's request. Assuming that you were not unconscious much longer than that I can approximate you being asleep for sixteen hours or so.

“You are on the luxury yacht Chimera.” The droid answered her question. When it was made clear that that wasn't the information that she was searching for the QT elaborated further on that response not knowing exactly where they were, they were in transit and that had not been discussed with him, nor had that mattered.

The droid watched her with unblinking eyes. Clearly not in the lustful way that she had been use to. The droid had a masculine personality despite it's designation. “Master Gorjen is in the cockpit the last that I knew but that was about the time of your unconsciousness. He's likely in one of the rec rooms unless we are close to reaching our destination and is needed by flight control on whatever planet we are approaching.”

It was unlikely that they would need him unless docking was particularly tricky. Droids could handle landing and dealing with flight control for the most part. Of course going off to some nefarious meeting point could entail complicated flying, codes or what not that wouldn't be trusted to droids.

She wasn't stopped by QT as she showered succumbing to her desires. When she returned to the room the air had smelled like lilacs. The bed had been made and the evidence of last night had been gone. A few smaller droids were present, small box-like things that she saw at the trail end of their cleaning.

Dressing in the garments left for her QT watched impassively. A one piece white dress complete with white stockings and elbow length gloves had been there along with a white scarf that would cover up her collar and the pearls as well if she chose to put it on.

After she was dressed QT took her to the nearest galley, if it could be called that. The place was enormous and the food was great. The culinary droid had been programmed in over 500 species tastes and of course human had been one of them. The breakfast it fixed for her wasn't anything she had been use to but it's knowledge of the palate of humans had been outstanding allowing it to prepare something given the parameters set for it with ease that stimulated the taste buds.

Her guide waited until she had finished then took her about the rest of the ship. It was big crewed by droids. They did a little wandering, not that QT couldn't just ask for Gorjen's location to make their search go easier. It was probably on Gorjen's instruction to have him show off the ship a little.

Not one but two separate areas contained pools. There were several guest rooms each with their own environmental controls there were a few areas that she did not see such as the engines but areas like the infirmary complete with a medical droid had been something she saw as well as a repair station for droids that housed several parts and recharging stations.

The entire ship QT relaid to her, had been reinforced against ion attacks and most systems were automated or controlled by droids. There were sensor sweeps to detect pathogens and other uninvited life forms to thwart stowaways.

When they found Gorjen he was in the cockpit. They were still in transit and the numerous stations for the crew had all been manned by droids though none of them had been on at the time. Probably in standby mod she guessed.

They must have been nearing the time to drop back into real space if Gorjen was present. An eye stock twisted in her direction as the door slid open. QT left them then.

“You look ravishing Chance. Just give me one moment. There.” He swiveled his seat towards her and she could see the lights at his station along with a monitor just to his right.

Sixteen hours were a bit of a shock under any circumstances. Without the drug coursing through her veins, no previous encounter with Gorjen had her rest up past morning whenever they got started in the evening. Had he really exhausted her that much, being true to his word as always? Or was that aphrodisiac pushing her to the edge in more ways than one, simply to burn through it?

She couldn’t have imagined something this potent existed. Had they not taken care of it when they did, Phoebe didn’t doubt how maddening any further denial would be. Still, the air in the room clouded her senses enough to make her forget about this soon, even more so once she got dressed and had a chance to eat.

The clothes were an amusing touch. Smiling to herself, surely the droid wouldn’t get it. They were all white, from scarf to heels, putting on an air of purity around the shapely young blonde, which was ironic given her current profession and most frequent activities even in this very yacht.

Yet nothing about her stay left her wanting. The droids maintained the ship, and she would’ve been fooling herself by claiming it wasn’t the most gorgeous vessel she’d ever been one, being far grander than what she recalled about Vespira’s or her own. Better yet, she was treated to an excellent meal and a tour which made her feel more like an honored guest than anything else. Gorjen was full of surprises, or simply that generous to someone providing carnal pleasures another without her mostly hidden abilities could not. She certainly wasn’t expecting it in the slightest.

QT brought her to him after what felt like an eternity before leaving. She knew the ship from bow to stern, the presentation of which took time, before winding up with Gorjen again. The question as to why he hadn’t fully purchased her came back to mind, but had been dismissed for the time being, as a pleasant night and rest had been more recent on the woman’s mind.

Phoebe regarded him with a smile, eyes dipping along her ravishing appearance. “Well .. Why would I not try to look my best around you?” She then did a little spin, turning this way and that to flaunt whatever wares he seemed to enjoy most before the clack of her heels rang in their ears, stepping toward the seated alien with a deliberate sway to her hips. “Mmm .. The clothes certainly help. Thank you for providing replacements for the others. I don’t think they’d look half as good in the state they’re in right now.”

With practiced ease that luscious derriere descended upon his lap when Phoebe eased onto him, straddling him. Her silken touch trailed across the man’s chest, slowly shifting one daring digit to the base of his eyestalks where it skimmed against him knowingly, teasingly, and her lips claimed his in a slow, passionate kiss. Arching her back, her tender bosom pressed to her lover’s torso, imbuing him with the aching beat of her heart. She let her eyes drift shut, but not all the way, as she gave herself to him in this moment. Up close, she could still steal a few fleeting glances at the monitor to his right and whatever was behind him, hoping to acquire a bit of information she could pass along.

The collar’s inherent functions would’ve relayed a few things to Luna by now. How long the trip had been since her departure, the ship’s name, whether it showed up by the same term in the dock’s logs or not, and hopefully more she had yet to uncover before this moment.

As their kiss finally broke, a hand cupped his cheek, the lone thumb stroking his flesh still. “For last night,” She cooed, tracing her lips with his own. “Sorry for not coming around sooner .. You’re treating me so well and I’m being such a horrible guest already. I’ll try to improve from here on out. You have my word.”

Her gaze then wandered back over her shoulder for a moment before shifting back. “Your droid’s taken the liberty to show me around .. under your orders, I’m assuming. Chimera is quite spectacular, and more of a treat than I was expecting. I’ve never been on anything this luxurious before.” She grinned at that. “Of course, all that praise won’t forgive the time I’ve been fast asleep .. though you’re the one responsible for making me rest up so much as of late.” A low chuckle escaped her lips before she kissed him again, always lavishing him with attention.

“I’m disappointed you haven't taken the time to wake me up either .. Our time together is always so painfully limited.” Naturally, Phoebe couldn’t be mad at him for letting her rest up, but it never hurt to tease him with what could’ve been if he hadn’t waited so long. “Anyway .. How’s the trip been without me? Not too dull, I hope. I realize I’ve been out for far too long ..”