Don Mecano Colimi, undisputed ruler of the largest crime syndicate on Gamelon 6, progenitor of dozens of the most skilled spies and assassins in the galaxy, keeper of more secret information than most planetary intelligence agencies, couldn't decide what in the stars he was going to wear. To his credit, picking a wardrobe to match one's looks is much more difficult when those looks can be altered in an instant. For an event like tonight's with dozens of the most ruthless slavers and criminals in the galaxy in attendance, he'd need to dress to impress. Perhaps something distinguished and implacable. His skin became translucent, revealing tightly bunched muscles beneath, before reforming into a granitic mask of what could have been solid stone. His skin crackled and scraped as he examined a holo projection of himself. Not a bad look, but making the articulating joins to allow expression was more trouble than it was worth.

He changed again, this time into a ophidian form, the large hood of a cobra flaring out behind his head. His scales were pure gold, literally. He'd needed to hire a biosmith to teach him how to digest the stuff, but now he kept a few pounds of the stuff integrated into his body for just such an occasion. It certainly gave him a regal air, and the thought of someday ruling all the galaxy slavers was an appealing prospect. He touched a small device at his throat and the hard light projector he wore instead of traditional clothing began cycling through a series of beautifully tailored suits, each one fitting his sinuous body like a second skin.

A knock sounded at the door, and the mafioso responded with a short call to "Enter". Mercano turned to see his pathetic excuse for a son saunter in, dressed like puffed up peacock.....literally. He wore rainbow feathers instead of traditional skin or scales, with highlighted accents in the ultraviolet which would only be visible to one of their kind or another race with enhanced sense. Of course the boy did it to annoy him.

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Jarvok actually whistled as he walked through the halls of Colimi manor, leering at scantily dressed slaves bustling about, preparing for the party taking place that night. His father gotten himself chosen as the host for a big conference of slaver bosses by virtue of blackmailing or killing the other three candidates, and some of the biggest players in the galaxy were going to be there. He didn't give two shits about them, but they'd each be showing off their absolute top tier merchandise, and it was customary to give free samples as a way to spur future business. He expected to spend the night indulging in the best booze, women, and drugs the galaxy had to offer, and enjoying every second of it.

He reached his father's door and opened it in response to his summons. The younger Infernus half heartedly tried to wipe the grin from his face, but his mood was still clear as he walked into the extravagant room.

"Hey pop, what's up? Still getting ready for the big night?

"Do not take that tone with me, child. Don't think that I have forgotten the embarrassment you made of yourself at my last gathering."

He was referring to another party, when Jarvok had let his excesses get SLIGHTLY out of hand, to the point that the wave of bioluminecent cum she'd shot over 20 of the slaves had been picked up by an orbiting ADD surveillance satellite. The resulting raid had ended with the capture of half a dozen top level slavers and the loss of nearly two million credits in merchandise. His father had NOT been pleased.

Jarvok gulped and lowered his eyes. "Apologies father, I forgot myself. This time will be different though. We're on Gamelon, and the ADD can't do a damn thing to us here. If they sent a strike team, the king would view it as an act of war and blow them to atoms before they make it to the moon. There's nothing to...."

His father cut him off with a withering glare, before responding with Biting coldness.

"As a matter of fact, there IS something to worry about. One of our agents has reported an ADD spy has already been deployed and intends to infiltrate the very center of my domain right under my nose. This. Will. Not. Happen. The security staff will be busy ensuring our guests don't assassinate each other, so I am putting YOU in charge of finding the spy. Capture her, dispose of the traitor, and see that you do not disrupt the event. I do NOT want our guests to think I was unable to keep them secure in my own home. Am I understood?

When Don Mecano Colimi used that tone, there was only one acceptable answer.

"It will be done father."

The crime lord turned back to his hologram, picking up the task of selecting an outfit for the evening.

"See that it is. As added incentive, I've instructed the staff that you are not to be served any of your usual vices until I say otherwise. None of your usual debauchery until I see an ADD slut at my feet in chains. Now get to work."

Jarvok stalked out of the room seething with rage. When he found this bitch, he was going to make her wish she had never been born!

The Colimi crime family, was one of the larger crime syndicates…at least one that the best skilled spies and assassin in the galaxy. With so many spies and assassins in the family, the Colimi probably had involved in not only in every major criminal organization in the galaxy, but probably had some level of information on every government as well. The syndicate probably had more information on the galaxy than anything that Directorate intelligence had managed pull together with all of their resources. Such information could be an coup for the Alien Defense Directorate, allowing the Directorate to get a step ahead of many of the slavers that operated throughout the galaxy. It had become a priority for the Directorate to find a way to infiltrate the Colimi crime syndicate.

Unfortunately, the Colimi family’s base of operations was on Gamelon 6. It was the perfect cover for the syndicate as the king of the world was not about to allow any interference from outsiders. Even the Directorate would not be welcomed officially by the king. It was believed that the king was in the pocket of the head of Colimi family, Don Mecano Colimi. Instead of a strike team, the Directorate intelligence would have to take over.

The Directorate intelligence had assigned their best spy to try to infiltrate the crime syndicate. Celine Dahl was the best the Directorate had in terms of infiltration. The blonde agent had been on several high intensity missions, many of which had been successful. The perfect opportunity had come along for which the blonde agent could began her infiltration.

Rumors had it that the Don was going to host the biggest conference of slavers and criminals this side of the galaxy had ever seen. With so many criminals and slavers there, not only would it be an opportunity to explore the Colimi manor looking for information. It would also be a good opportunity to identify some of the more elusive of the criminals in the galaxy.

Not too long ago, Lieutenant Minerva Rocha had managed to catch Ericius, a Porcus that was well known to be a slaver. Much to the redhead’s frustration, the Directorate was willing to accept a sizeable to donation to the Directorate. In addition, the Directorate had managed to turn the pig like alien to be an informant for them. And it appeared that he had been invited to the party and he was allowed to take his one best slaves along as an example of his merchandise.

Celine was set up to play the role of Ericius’s slave. The Swede was dressed in a little red dress hugged her body. The A-line dress had spaghetti straps that went up and over her shoulders and the other side. The dress had a hidden zipper/clasp at back. A pair of high heels completed her outfit.

By the time Jarvok had gotten half way down the hallway, the enormity of his task was beginning to sink in. There would be dozens of VIPs at the party, each with their personal attendant, plus the entertainment the Colimis would be providing. Any one of the slaves could be a ADD agent in disguise, or even one of the handful of female slavers. There was no way he could possibly investigate them all in a few short hours, and the ADD were competent enough to pass a basic background check long enough to make it through the night. Trying to pick the spy out of the crowd wasn't an option.

As a master of infiltration himself, Jarvok knew that getting in was generally the easy part. Automated systems could only do so much, and wouldn't be much deterrent to a professional. Guard patrols were fine, but stationing enough to be more than a nuisance was prohibitive to maintain. The real danger came when moving to secure the target, which WOULD have tight security, and attempting to escape once the compound was fully on alert. A pro would know that, and planned for it, likely with tools to help evade capture. That meant his first step needed to be taking away those tools.

He pulled out his data pad as he walked, sending out an order to upgrade security at the doors to include a full scan of all guests on top of the standard checking of weapons. He also ordered that once the party started, all outgoing signals should be jammed, to prevent trying to send out reports or call of backup. The slavers wouldn't be happy, but there was a chance the agent would be sloppy and get caught with something that would give her away. Faint hope of that though.

If catching her at the gates wasn't going to happen, the next chance would be at her objective. He only wished he knew what that was. If it were HIM, he'd smuggle a bomb into the party in his body and blow the whole place to hell. Minimal risk of exposure for maximum targets eliminated. That wasn't how the ADD way though. They loved to think they were better than anyone else because they captured their slavers alive, which was pure BS, but at least it made them predictable. Who would they try to capture though? The obvious choice was his father, but he was well aware of the files the Directorate had on the Faceless Ones, and no one was stupid enough to send a single human into a heavily armed crime syndicate to try to extract a being so inherently powerful. He supposed it was possible she was here to try to take one of the other slavers, but he'd be more than happy to just blow up whatever craft she tried to escape in and be rid of a potential rival as well.

That just left theft as a possible target, which was unhelpfully vague. While the Colimi family was well off, even by slaver standards, their real wealth was in the form of information. A single stolen data disk might provide them with enough leverage to force a planetary parliament to outlaw slavery, or track down dozens of wanted criminals. Worse yet, secrets tended to flow like wine at these events as each guest did his best to one up the others. Just by standing in the room, a spy would learn more useful information than the entire agency would gather in a year of surveillance. There was too much risk that the agent would go with the conservative play: Come in, turn on a hidden recorder, party for a few hours, and leave. He needed to create an opportunity juicy enough to justify a risk.

As he pondered that, he reached the entrance hall of the manor, where the first guests were just beginning to arrive.

Celine took a moment to take a moment the situation she had found herself in. There was at least a couple of cars approaching the mansion in addition to the one she was riding in. There would be about a couple of dozen cars that would be appearing. Each in addition to the driver, was carrying one of the slavers and their best of the slaves with them. That meant that she would just one of almost fifty people that was going to the Colimi’s mansion making way easier to slip in as a slave. For the most part, slaves were usually not that the not look at too closely as they did not draw more attention than what the curves provided. Besides the guards were often not allowed to sample the merchandise.

She could see that the guards not only manning the that the position at the entrance of the mansion but were also patrolling the grounds of the mansion. It was clear to the blonde infilitrator, that the crime family was willing to spend a lot of money in trying on security. It would be very hard for someone to get out if the mansion went on full alert. And it seemed that who ever was running security was doing their best to ensure that the guards would be prepared to reduce her chances to bring in the gear to aide her in her task.

The infiltrator could see that the first of the guests were being padded down by the guards to see if they were having any weapons. They were taking time with the slaves, probably the only time the guards would get to have any intimate interaction with the women. It was the slavers that seemed to most vocal as the guards seemed to be patient in explaining that weapons would not be allowed for the party. It took some persuasion, but the slavers did eventually give up their personal weapons for a few hours.

Celine did not carry any weapons, her outfit was a little too tight to hide even a small pistol. Even if she did carry a piece, Porcus would have been too handsy to not expect him to accidently expose her weapon. Instead, the infiltrator was wearing a fake collar set up to look to like a fancy choker. At a glance, it would appear to be a tracker for Porcus to check on his prized slave if she attempted to escape. However in reality, it held a small camera and some bugs that she could place around the party discretely. It also contained a small device that could record data if she could get into the Colimi family’s computers.

The young woman’s goal was to move around the room and gather as much information as possible. If the infiltrator could get the opportunity she would slip away briefly and try to get access to a system or documents. If she could do that, the Colimi had a wealth of information that worth more than any form of money or precious metals. Information could break up slave rings, it could turn governments, it could break additional slavers.

All the young woman had to do was make sure she could get away from Porcus’s hands for a moment to do her job.

Jarvok stepped off to the side for a quick wardrobe change. He swapped his feathers for a hardlight mafioso suit, pin stiped grey, with a red flower in the breast pocket. His features changed to be mostly human, but with larger oval purple eyes, and with a deep azure skin tone. The except was a spot on his cheek, where he forced his skin to remain transparent. Infernus, with their enhanced senses and knowledge of their race's capabilities, were mostly able to identify others of their kind, but it was considered polite to leave a gap in one's appearance when dealing with outsiders. There would be at least a dozen of his race working security tonight, only about half of which would show themselves openly. Hopefully the knowledge that any servant or guest could potentially be a shapeshifter would at least keep his quarry wary, and might force her into foolhardy actions.

He approached the entrance check point and consulted with the guards, ensuring his instructions were being followed, then took up a post at the door himself. Maybe he'd get lucky and catch the spy here and now, and would get to enjoy the party.

He had chosen this face because if the exceptional quality of the original race's purple eyes. Not only were they incredibly sensitive to movement and detail, they absorbed light deep into infrared, allowing him to see the heat radiating from each of the guests as they entered. His target would likely be nervous, with an elevated heart rate, increase body temperature, accelerated breathing, and increases pheromone protection. With his enhanced senses, picking up on those signs would be a simple task.


....or it would be if he wasn't trying g to pick the spy out of a pack of cock hungry pleasure slaves. All of the VIPs had brought their best trained, most seductive, and most eager servants, and they weren't trying to hide their positions. As he watched, a zebra striped female (he thought the species were called Cabbyl) pressed herself against her leonine master, heavy breasts barely being concealed under a thin kimono. Further down the line, a woman with multi-hued farie wings practically vibrated with eagerness, as one of the guards ran his hands over her body. She had what looked like a high tech gag covering her mouth, and her throat moved as if she was trying to speak or sing, but no sound came out.

It looked like he wasn't going to score an easy victory, but there was no reason he couldn't take the opportunity to have some fun. He walked down the line, stopping at a gremlin sized man being accompanied by a gorgeous woman with four fingers and a feline tail.

"Mr. Slugmore isn't it? May I take your coat? I'll also need you to check any weaponry, poisons, and mind influencing devices with security while you are on the premises."

The small figure's tinie voice piped back full of derision.
"HA, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you ten faced throat slitter. The big Don would just love to get us all in a nice little cage to clean out all his competition at once."

Jarvok ground his teeth, trying to remind himself that there were perfectly good reasons why he shouldn't rip the tiny creature's head off. He decided to go with a slightly more tactful approach. His body became translucent as he shrank his form until he was at the same height as the obnoxious little man, features shifting to look like a quite attractive female of his species. After only a handful of seconds he was the spitting image of Slugmore's latest wife, dressed in the bathrobe he'd last seen her in.

Perfectly imiating her voice, he traced a hand over the slaver's cheek, "Oh my dear, you have my absolute assurance...." his lips curled up in a snarl and tiny fist tangled in the goblins greasy hair, "...that if Don Colimi wanted you to cease breathing, you would already be dead. If he finds out you tried to bring weapons into the Colimi family manor without permission, I guarantee he will view it as nothing less than an assassination attempt, and will castise you accordingly." He pushed the little man to the ground, stood, and grew back to his previous size in a single flowing full body movement. "Now, did you have anything you wanted to declare?"

Once Slugmore had pulled out a small plasma pistol and a vial of some unknown substance, Jarvok simply nodded, reached down, and bruskly patted down his clothing. Before turning to the slaver's escort. He took considerably more time with her, running his hand up and down her pale legs for any concealed blades and squeezing her lovely breasts to check for potential concealed implants (he took his time, but eventually confirmed they were 100% real). At first she squirmed a bit, but he quickly felt her tail swishing against his leg, and her body press back against his chest. Clearly, there wasn't much loyalty towards her current owner. Unfortunately, that would have to wait for later.

When he was done, he turned to the rest of the party goers, putting on his winningest smile and continued in a sickeningly charming voice. "Next"

"Reckon that'd be me." A large Porcine slaver in suspenders and a pressed white shirt, with something like a Southern drawl stepped up, invitation extended with one hand. His other rested on the backside of the attractive human woman attending him, fingers squeezing into her firm buttocks. "I, for one, have nuthin to declare, except that its nice to see the riff raff bein' put in their place." Once Jarvok had checked his ticket, the hulking alien casually lifted his arms amd slowly turned, allowing security to check for weapons. "No need to be gentle with that one. She likes it a little rough."

Jarvok smirked in response, stepping forward to give Celine a VERY thorough inspection.

As the Porcine’s hover vehicle pulled up, the pair could see that security had been pretty tight…or at least the Colini family was putting on a good job of security theater. The guards seemed to be the to be mostly locals to the planet, but there were a smattering of other races from through out the galaxy also working as guards for the mansion. It made it clear to Celine, that at the very least she was going to have to be careful moving around the mansion. With as many guards that were here..even if they were only half paying attention…they would be making it very hard for her to be alone.

As the pair approached, Celine noticed that there was a guard in a hardlight mafioso suit with grey pin stripe. The male seemed to be mostly human like though he had a deep blue skin tone. His eyes seemed to be oversized for a human, but probably a normal purple for his race. There seemed to be a spot on his cheek that was different color. Celine realized that he must have been an Infernus…a shapeshifter…though the young woman tried to hide that acknowledgement with a look of confusion.

It would be almost impossible for any agent to identify the many races that existed the through out the galaxy. And in the case of the shapeshifter, the Swede had no idea what race he had changed into. The undercover agent also had no idea that the Infernus could adopt some of their abilities. The blonde would just have dive deeper into her role as a slave, mentally taking on the task of acting like the slave escort for Erinus.

There were several of the slavers already ahead Celine and the person she was escorting. It looked there was a Cabbyl based on her stripes. She was pressed up to a very strong looking master who appeared to look like a leonine. Though she was in a kimono, it did little to hide her curves. There was another woman that had been forces to step out of line as a guard was running his hands over her body. The woman seemed to have some sort of fancy looking gag to keep her from speaking. Her wings seemed to vibrate in anticipation to the guard’s touches.

Then something caught Celine attention. The shapeshifter had gotten into a discussion with a small figure who appeared to be a slaver. He quickly shrank down until the was the same height. Surprisingly, he had even switched clothes of to a bathrobe as he took on the image of an attractive female. The female goblinoid grabbed the hair of the slaver before tossing him to the ground and returning to his original form.

It was a quick exchange, but one that seem to get the point across. The goblinoid slaver apparently had up to that moment was not willing to surrender his weapons. That display had been enough to convince the goblinoid, a Mr. Slugmore, to give up his plasma pistol and some sort of vial. The guard was happy to pat the goblinoid and then turn to his female escort.

The woman seemed to be a Trixian, and the guard seemed to take his time checking her. He explored her pale legs slowly with his hands before he squeezed her breasts. It wasn’t clear that the blonde whether he was legitimately checking the Trixian or was just enjoying that close to her. The Swede assumed that at a little bit of was security.

Erinus guided Celine up to be the next to go security. The fairly large slaver stepped up while keeping one hand on the blonde backside. She mentally winced when he squeezed one of her rear cheeks. It made their roles look more convincing, but deep-down Celine knew he was enjoying the situation. The large slaver turned to one of the other security members and allowed them to check him, while recommended that to the shapeshifter to be rough with the Swede. The young woman had to fight the urge to give a glare back at the Porcine, but she knew she had to remain in the role of submissive slave for the next few hours. The Swede turned away from the shapeshifter and lifted her hands up so that the guard could indeed check her.

The busty, blonde, bombshell in her tight red dress turned around, presenting herself for inspection. It was blatantly obvious that there was no where to hide weaponry, but that didn't mean he was going to pass up the chance to fully explore her exquisite body. He approached until his strong chest was pressed against the open back of her skimpy outfit.

His lips right next to her ear, he spoke with a low, deep voice, "I hope you aren't a naughty slave trying to hide something you shouldn't, or else I'll need to punish you."

His hands wrapped around to her front, starting at her hips and meticulously moving up her body, running back and forth over the smooth fabric of her dress to "check for nano-wire garrotes". He pulled her back against his body, taking in the scent of her hair and letting her smell his musk as he groped her. She would certainly feel where his hardness pressed against her lower back, full of anticipation for how he'd get to examine her.

When his hands reached her firm double Ds, strong digits dug into their soft flesh, squeezing each orb tightly from below. He could feel what must be incredibly skimpy lingerie under the fabric of her dress, but the thin barrier did next to nothing to prevent him enjoying giving the undercover agent's perfect tits a good squeeze. After some more gratuitous groping, he moved his hands up slightly to assault her rapidly hardening nipples. He found where the hard nubs poked through the dress, and caught them each between thumb and forefinger, pinching roughly and tweaking the sensitive nerves in a way he knew made most girls squeal. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, running it along the nape of her neck, up its side until he found her ear, nibbling on it as he assaulted her tits.

"You'd be amazed how often assassins hide poisons in their makeup. But you taste way too good to be poisonous."

He continued rolling her hard teats between his fingers for a little while longer, before the arms wrapped around her stopped their play and pulled her back even farther. His back bent backwards as he lifted her off her feet, hauling her bodily the few yards to the mansion's wall. There, he pressed her forward again, so her hands were up against the cool marble as his foot kicked her legs wider. She was left bent over against the wall, tiny dress already starting to ride up too high for modesty. He quickly remedied that problem by flipping up the tiny fabric to rest on her back, leaving Celine entirely exposed to the waiting crowd of predators and their prey.

"She's clean so far, but I don't know boys, she looks like a bit of a loose slut. You think she's hiding something in here?" His hand slapped down on her full rear, sending it jiggling, just as the slavers erupted in cheers and laughter. Many of the slaves joined in as well, while a handful were either rubbing up against their masters or were trying to discretely slip hands under their own attire.

It looked like just about everyone was ready for a show after the long wait.

Celine let out a soft gasp as she felt out the shapeshifter’s strong chest was pressed against her own exposed back of her rather skimpy dress. He leaned in and whispered in a deep voice, ”You shouldn’t wait for me to hide something.” She was a bit playful with her response to try to make it would make look more like she an obedient slave.

The volumptous blonde could feel his hands began to move around her body. Starting at her hips he began to the check her dress. He claimed to be checking for nano-wire garrotes in her dress, however pulling her back against his body suggested something. Celine could smell his musk as his hands continued to explore. She let out soft gasps as she could feel a particular hard member beginning to press against her lower back.

Eventually the shapeshifter’s hands reached up enough to get a full grip on her massive orbs. She let out a gasp as his strong fingers dug into her soft but firm breasts. She could feel his hands continue to explore for a moment forcing soft gasps from the undercover agent. Though she was wearing some lingerie, the skimpy material did nothing to the keep the sensation of his fingers on her mounds. Already the blonde could feel her nipples beginning to harden, beginning to press against her thin lingerie and her little red dress. It was then she let out a quick shout as she found his hands had moved up and began to pinch and tweak her hard nipples against his thumb and for fingers. He leaned forward, and she felt his tongue began to explore the nape of her neck. The young woman let off a soft moan as she played along as she felt his tongue continued up the side of head until it reached her ear. The young woman gasped as she had felt him begin to nibble on her ear. The infiltrator was attempting to play along as best she can, but she knew her body was becoming aroused by all this foreplay this sensual search.

He mentioned that he did not think she was carrying any poison. Celine was not about to risk carrying any major weapons outside the collar, for she knew the Colimi were one of the criminal organizations. She still continued to let off soft moans as he continued to play with her hard tits for a while before he finally moved his hands moved elsewhere. The confused blonde let out a surprised shout as he lifted her up off her feet and then spun her against the mansion wall. She threw up her hands against the cool marble to keep herself bumping up against the wall. Find herself bent over against the wall, Celine could feel her legs being kicked further apart. The young woman tried to do want she could to hide her embarrassment as she knew her rear was mostly exposed for all to see. The shapeshifter flipped up the tiny bit of fabric to remove any doubt the slavers had.

The shapeshifter mentioned that he was going to perform a more through search. Celine let out a shout as his hand came down hard on her rear, sending it jiggling. She could hear most if not all the slavers and guards erupt in laughter and cheers. The agent could hear some female voices as well, but from this angle she could not be sure if it was the few female slavers or the slaves themselves. Whatever the case, it appeared the shapeshifter was going to do the search here and now.

Part of what made Jarvok love events like this so much was the quality of the slaves they gave him access to. The beautiful blonde bombshell was the perfect eager whore, playfully urging him on as he groped her huge tits, grinding her ass against his hardness, and moaning in such an enticing way, that he couldn't wait to get to the main course.

Once he had flipped up her tiny red dress, he was greeted by a set of lacey black panties, which revealed and emphasized far more than they hid. He grinned as he pulled the nearly transparent fabric to one side and ran fingers up and down her slit and finding her already aroused. He dug a pair of digits deeper into her already dripping pussy, digging for the spots which would make her squirm, before pulling them out and holding them raised high for the crowd to see the glistening wetness covering them.

"I don't know folks, she sure SEEMS like a proper little fuck slave, but maybe we need to be extra sure. Should I check deeper?"

The waiting mob of scoundrels and whores cheered, shouting out suggestions.

"She won't spy on anyone if she's too cock drunk to think!"


And

"Enough with the games, I want to see her the slut cumming her brains out!"

Erinus's voice cut through the jeers


"Make sure you check her ass too. No telling what a loose whore like her can fit up there!"

Still holding his arm raised, Jarvok grinned over his shoulder at the assembled watchers

"Alright! Well if I'm going to do a proper inspection, I'm going to need the right tool."

His hand turned transparent and began shifting shapes, growing longer and thinner, with a bulbous phallic tip, forming ridges and bumps along its length, until his arm ended in a foot long dildo. Unlike a sex toy, he also grew nerve endings into his probing tool, not satisfied to let Celine have all the fun.

Moments later, his hand returned to the same blue tone of the rest of his body, as he aligned the rigid spire against her waiting sex.

"Now let's see what the little whore is hiding."

With no more foreplay, he drove his whole arm forward, plowing the thick cock deep into her slippery folds and pressing the blonde forward against the wall. He felt himself bottom out against the gates of her womb in the first thrust, before pulling back and plowing forward again. He started at a modest pace, as he felt her body adjusting to the intruder he sped up, until he was fucking the busty slave relentlessly.

As he did, he leaned forward and used his other hand to cup her hanging melons as they did their best to pop free of the little red dress. Strong fingers pressed against the soft flesh of her huge double Ds, groping and molding them, even as he fucked her with his living sex toy.

One of the best things about his race's abilities was its capacity to control the physical sensitivity of parts of their body. In combat, he could dull the feeling of impacts better than any pain killer. In heat or cold, he simply turned off the feelings of discomfort. And now, as he reveled in the blonde's steaming slick confines, he turned his sensations up to 11. He could feel how every inch of her inner walls squirmed and gave way as he pressed into her core with every thrust, how the rough ridges of the throbbing phallus dug into the sides of her cunny, taking note of how his playthings body reacted to finding all of her best spots. Most of all, he loved the tightness, and how the slave girl clamped down around the rock hard invader with each new intrusion.

If only every security gig turned out this well.

For the moment, the shapeshifter guard seemed to be quite more interested in the playing the faux blonde slave than perhaps checking if she was really a Directorate spy. He seemed to be completely entranced with her body and her sounds. If she could keep that up, he would not really give her too much trouble.

With her dressed flipped up, the only thing protecting her modesty was her black lacy panties. They probably did more emphasized her shapely rear than it did to hide it. She could her panties being pushed aside. She let out a bit of a surprised gasp as she felt a pair of fingers being to run up and down her flower. Though she could her body was already aroused, she let out a shout as she felt the digits push deep into her sex, they began to explore causing the undercover agent squirm. She felt his fingers pull out as held them high up as a trophy.

The guard asked the crowd what he should do next. The crowd cheered at the thought of Celine being checked more thoroughly. Not only the slavers shout suggestions, but the slaves themselves were making suggestions as well. Celine had to suppress a frown as she heard that Enrius’s voice cut through with a suggestion to check her rear as well. He was going to enjoy every moment of this while the blonde was being checked.

The agent could only hear the laughter behind her and some ohing from the slaves behind her. Pressed up against the wall she could not know what was being positioned under sex initially. But the young woman could feel a bulbous phallic tip pressed against her lower lips. She gasped as she realized she was going to be taken right in front of everyone else.

Almost at once the woman felt a thick cock push deep into her wet folds. She let out a loud moan as she felt the ridges and bumps pressed against her sensitive inner walls as it plunged further and further until it slammed against her cervix. The woman gasped as she felt the arm pull back before slamming forth again. Initially it was a slow pace as he continued to thrust in and out of the gasping blonde. Then he began to thrust more vigiously forcing the young woman to be pressed against wall as her breasts rubbed against the rough surface.

Soon his free hand moved up and began to cup one of her massive melons. They were about to pop loose of her red dress but at least one was pinned in the dress. She moaned as she felt his fingers pressing against her breast. She could feel how strong the fingers were as they molded and groped her huge mound. It was only by looking down for a moment that she could see that his skin had turned blue even as he continued to thrust away.

Celine gasped and moan as his thrusts became quicker and quicker. Despite the thickness of she could feel how much his ridges and bumps were rubbing against her inner folds, forcing more shouts from the young woman as they hit a particularly sensitive spot. The young woman could feel tight it was as her sex clamped down on the thick phallus as it pushed through her again and again. Her entire body rocked back and forth with each thrust as her body rubbed against the wall. At the moment she was not really maintaining a cover as she moaned and gasped at the sensation of the rutting session.

The crowd cheered as they watched the security staff frantically fuck the beautiful blonde whore, swinging his entire arm back and forth the drive the rock hard spire of meat against her deepest core.

For his part, Jarvok was having a blast, reveling in both the adulation of the onlookers and the divine pleasure of Celine's cunt clamping down around him. Every time he thrust back in, it was like her velvety folds were custom fitting themselves to welcome their massive intruder, wrapping him in hot wetness as her arousal left dripping g trails of fluid down her thighs.

The entryway was filled with the sounds of her fucking: the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch womanly juices, and most importantly the moans. It seemed the slaver had trained his wares well, because this slut was clearly loving every moment of this. She'd been offered up to a stranger mear moments earlier, and after the bare minimum of foreplay she had already completely surrendered to her fate, pressing back against each sawing of the cock with wanton abandon. Well if she liked getting railed in front of an audience so much, who was he to deny her?

Jarvok grew a new tentacle from just below his elbow, thinner than the cock currently filling the slave girl, and with significantly more flexibility. It snaked forward, curling under where they were connected to rub its mushroom tip against her flower until it found the stiff bundle that was her clit, prodding and grinding against it with each thrust of his arm, drawing even more frantic moans from the gorgeous agent. While her pleasure was a nice side effect, the real point had been to coat the new cock in her wetness. Too soon, the snake like tentacle finished that task and moved onto its real purpose, pulling back to align itself with her tight pucker then, with the next swing forward of his arm, forcing her back door open and claiming her ass.



"Fuuuuuuck she's tight. I don't know everyone, I can't see how she could hide anything up here. Juuust to be thorough, I should probably check even deep though."

He laughed at his own joke as the arm that had been molesting her perfect tits slid further around her chest to fully embrace the slave girl, holding her more firmly in place as he redoubled his efforts fucking her. With each thrust the rock hard ridged rod rammed against her deepest core, catching her inner walls in a vice with the long invader forcing deeper and deeper into her forbidden hole, the pair rubbing against each other inside of her.

Jarvok gloried in that tightness, that heat, that perfect body, his for the taking, welcoming and caressing both cocks as he drove himself closer and closer to the edge. Soon. It became too much to hold back, and the thick member stuffing her needy pussy unleashed a torrent of thick seed, filling her womb with its molten heat. He could feel his her body trembled around his cock, clenching in her own forced orgasm, and only adding to his pleasure. He pulled her back against him, unwilling to unsheath from her insides until he had fully spent himself.

Even as his cum filled her, a tiny tendril shot forward from his tip, slidding past her last inner defenses, and snagging a sample of the girl's reproductive DNA. With that, he'd be capable of not just imitating the voluptuous blonde, but copying her down the her very being. Retinas, finger prints, even some of the more ingrained channels of her brain. When he got the chance, he'd check those for any disloyalty, just to be on the safe side, but for now he was more than satisfied that the slave girl was nothing more than a well trained whore.

He finally slide his thick members from her her abused holes, noticing how thick white spunk began leaking down her thighs. He couldn't have the little slut dripping all over the marble floors, so he looked back over his shoulder and appraising the assembled slaves, landing on a pretty reptilian looking woman, with smaller tits than average for the trade, but with a foot long tongue hanging slack from her mouth as she frantically rubbed fingers against her own sex.

"You! Clean this up. I don't want her juices getting all over the floors inside. Be thorough!"

"Of coursssseee massster. Your wisssssh issue my command!"

He then addressed the remainder of the guests.

"For the rest of you, back in line please. There will be AMPLE entertainment inside, once we've finished the screenings."

Celine could hear the crowd cheer as they were watching the security member thrust frantically with his rock hard arm thrust back and forth as it went deep into her very being.

For a moment, the entry was filled with the sounds of her being taken, the slaps of flesh and flesh, the sound of squelch of juices, and the moans and gasps that had escaped her lips. Celine had maintained her cover as a well-trained slave. It was not much of an act at the moment give the speed and power of his thrusts. She could feel the pleasure building slowly inside her. The young woman body had pressed back against each thrust of his arm phallus as her body attempted to clamp down on the member.

What the blonde undercover agent did not know was a new tentacle began to burst out from below his elbow. It was not until the tentacle snaked forward and pressed itself against her clit that she knew it was there. Almost at once she could feel the mushroom tip press against her highly sensitive special pearl. It began to grind and rub against her stiff bundle of nerves forcing more desperate moans and gasps from the young woman. She could feel the pleasure build within her. But just as it was beginning to crest she felt the mushroom like tip move away it, leaving her clit alone for now.

All of a suddenly the Celine let out a surprise shout as she felt that same mushroom tip thrust into her rear. With wet with her own juices, the tendril had no problem forcing its way into her ass and pushing its way deep into her rear. Even as he joked, the security guard’s hand slid down and held her around her abdomen to ensure he had a secure grip. He continued to thrust deep and hard from the into both her sex and her rear, forcing more and more desperate gasps from the young woman.

He thrusted deeper and faster even as she could feel to her own body becoming more and more overwhelmed by the pleasure she was receiving. Suddenly she could feel his body beginning to tremble as he pull the blonde undercover agent back against him. She let out a shout as she feel the hot thick seed begin to fill her very core with molten heat. For the moment it was too much and she was driven into an intense world of ecstasy.

Even as undercover agent struggled to recover from began from her own orgasm, she could feel his thick members begin to move out of her. She could feel the warm cum slowly going down her thighs, even as the crowd was being reorganized back at line. For the moment the guard seemed to be satisfied with her. He asks one of the reptilian slaves to go and clean up what just happened. Celine was taken a little aback as the reptilian woman moved up.