As Serena sought to suck another orgasm straight out of Mercer's balls, Scorch showed that she had not forgotten her former owner. The fiery redhead used the nearby table for support as the vibrator tried to bring her down before even reaching the snakewoman. Vespira's forked tongue could taste the sex in the air, every flick of that tongue was like licking that juicy snatch that was still approaching her.

"Mm..." Yellow eyes fluttered as the sensations assaulted her vomeronasal organ. Firm breasts rose with long deep breaths as pleasing shivers ran from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. Her sheathed cock throbbed and ached, swelling with blood. Scorch soon fell, crawling the rest of the way to the awaiting scaled mistress. Heat pulsed through the hardened scales, infusing that massive snake-like form with warmth.

Pleasured hisses left Vespira's lips. Every flick of that tongue tasting more of what this delectable morsel had to offer. A hand slid over her own body, cupping and squeezing one of those juicy tits while her other drifted down her smooth belly. Her body swayed gently back and forth as Scorch refamiliarized herself with her Mistress's powerful and beautiful form.

Heat pulsed into that sheathe, goading that swollen scaled trunk out from hiding. It shined with precum as more clear sexual fluid oozed and dripped from the tip. Did Scorch remember this cock and how it destroyed her in the past? It twitched and throbbed, standing at full attention before the horny and desperate slave.

"Mm... Ahh... Yesss..." Vespira hissed and gasped, soaking in the cornucopia of sensual pleasures assaulting her senses. Tendrils sprout forth and slithered along Scorch's arms, legs, and torso. Some coiled around those breasts, squeezing and pulling on them as the tips swirled over those covered peaks.

Indeed Scorch remembered that scaled scepter well. She had Mercer's ire in that she was in the position he himself yearned for. But Scorch tuned that out. While her sister wasn't too far away delivering pleasure to her Master she did the same with her Mistress.

That cock was so glad to she her. Large, hard and throbbing. Glistening like those scales as it was smeared in those juices. The pre-cum serving to reflect some of that shimmering light.

She had just risen up as high as she could on her knees. Tilting her head back and licking the underside of one of those huge globes. She wanted to suck it. To taste it. But she was not tall enough to do the deed justice for now. Besides, that cock escaping her body was distracting and so Scorch turned her attention to it. Despite being in agony with no relief in sight she humbly went to work.

A warm hand wrapping about that girth as she bent. Her tongue licking from base to tip then reversing. She moaned, pleased at the taste that rolled over her tongue. Her hand moving as she licked. A gasp, she felt those strong tentacles coiling over her. A pair moving up her torso. Feeling just how hard those perky nipples were. Still, they were not restrictive yet.

Her blood was boiling. Not realizing that eyes were upon her now. Serena receiving another salty load down her throat as Scorch enveloped that tip. Pausing so that her tongue could roll over the head. Then following the descent of her own hand as she worked that shaft.

Whether envied or pitied by the others never entered her mind. She had this useless vibrator working away at her, always threatening to undo her. Yet those drugs denied her. But whether or not they could stand up against hypnosis was another matter.

Everything was silent save for her, Vesperia and that vibrator. Lips sealed around that shaft with effort. Her cheeks ballooning out in response. Though she took a good portion of that member. More than half if not forced to take more. Her concentration and focus had been on this task. Trying to ignore her own body's needs. Practiced with the drugs made it easier but still a burden she struggled with.

The simple act alone would have had her cumming already.

Mercer watched on in silence. Serena, who wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand got lost for a moment. Watching for a short moment before drawing the lupine away. Feeling that business was concluded she would see Mercer off so he could get started on his task since her sister wasn't going to be ready until morning she could use that time arranging transport along with a guard … hm, better yet that droid if she chanced upon it. It wouldn't get distracted.

Before leaving the room she cast a glance back to her Mistress to ensure she could take her leave with Mercer. If Vesperia had further need of the lupine they would wait. Standing they had a better view of what was going on. If bid to stay of course she would continue with Mercer in other ways.

“Mmph … ahhh … uhhh!!!” Scorch made slurping sounds as she serviced that member as best as she could. Lips tightly wrapped around her, lips that generated a modest heat to match the temperature of that hand. The interior of that mouth, that tongue that caressed her shaft and tip was by contrast cool.

Scorch continued until stopped or she received that prize. Clearly having learned a thing or two in her absence.

Vespira and Scorch put on a show as Mercer could only look on in his entranced state. Yellow eyes regained their focused to gaze at the helpless lupine. She gave a seductive smirk as she watched him blow yet another load into Serena's skilled lips. The Gorgonian mouthed the word 'pleasure', stimulating his body and mind to get his exhausted rod hard again. She then mouthed another command.

'Cum...'

The hypnotic serpent assaulted Mercer's mind with commands to stimulate and commands to release again and again until he was thoroughly exhausted. Once mentally and physically depleted, Serena took the initiative to guide the lupine out. That only left Vespira with her former plaything.

"Mm... Sssuch a good sslut..." Vespira hissed her approval. There was no denying Scorch has improved as a sexual partner. Heat rippled through her dense scales and into the throbbing flesh within. Copious amounts of precum fed into the human woman's eager mouth. It shuddered and started to twitch in the slave's grasp. Was the scaled mistress close?

The lewd slurps were audible as those puffed cheeks dimpled as it hoping to suck the cum right out of that majestic rod. The cock shuddered and tensed, just a bit further. But the tentacles suddenly tightened and yanked Scorch back. She was facing the heated crown as it erupted, blowing a thick gooey load right into the human woman's face. She would feel it splash and cover her face, dripping down her body as more globs came to cover her. Vespira directed her load over those breasts and that outfit, thoroughly marking Scorch's face, body, and hair with her musky aroma.

The Gorgonian then grabbed Scorch by the hair, lifting her up and slamming her face down on the table. The cum squished against the human woman and the hard surface. A hand grabbed that skirt and yanked it off. The vibrator was pulled out. Scorch felt that still hardened tip pressing against her dripping chalice. Whether Vespira's cock could force this woman to orgasm despite the drug was of no consequence. Vespira only cared for her own pleasure and this whore's humiliation.

A tentacle wrapped around the redhead's neck, tightening enough to briefly choke her but loosening shortly after. The tentacle would force the woman's body to arch as hands grasped those fine hips. The table lurched as hips surged forward, forcing as many scaled inches of hot cock into that begging pussy in one single thrust.

Serena guided Mercer who was probably still in a trance-like daze. Once he departed, she could look into Scorch's ship and the droid that resides within. The ship was operational though it had not seen much use due to the fiery mercenary's change in occupation. The droid had been powered off but it would be simple enough to bring back online. Serena knew much about her sister and could easily access the ship and droid's systems. Even if she did not know herself, Vespira had long since broken into Scorch's systems and logs a long time ago.

Mercer was caught in a vicious cycle. Watching on, his gaze met Vesperia's. Crumbling to her will as she mouthed the very words that caused him to explode. Kept hard and ready he was in agony as Serena saw to his needs. The mental assault causing him to endure continuous bombardment. Left sated, exhausted and in a stupor Mercer was lead from the chamber leaving Scorch and Vesperia.

Words were barely getting through to Scorch. She burned inside but whether or not it was the torturous effects of that drug, the implanted suggestion or at being called a slut she could not say at that moment. Muscle memory and training tossed her into her work amid the distractions that wreaked havoc with her mind and body.

Almost there? Was Vesperia this close already? It hastened her efforts up to the point where tentacles tightened around her arms. Drawing her back that slick scepter ruptured in her face. Unprepared for it, some cum stung her eyes. Her top, hair and face took the brunt of that geyser. Though she didn't even have a chance to clear her face before she found herself spun around.

Then CRACK! The sound accompanied by the squishing cum that flowed around her head as she was slammed. Scorch managed to turn her head rather than slamming face first her right cheek flared with incredible pain. Her head rattled, things were hard to follow for a time.

The ripping of fabric as her skirt was torn away, followed by the clattering toy as that vibrator was wrenched out of her leaving her empty. Muscles clenching down on nothing now, the ache within her had blossomed. Maybe it might have been a little easier to think had it not been for the head injury. To compound that a tentacle coiled about her neck cutting off her air for a bit. She reflexively gagged, her hair pulled back as hands settled on her hips.

But she was not left empty for long. That thick scaled cock pressed into her quite suddenly. Stretching her out as it touched her cervix in one swift motion.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

She screamed out. Hips smashing against her bare ass, her hands bunching up into fists. The saving grace being that she was incredibly wet from hours of abuse, and thus somewhat ready. Well lubricated though unready for such a swift, powerful thrust.

Those drugs suppressing her release they were nefarious in that she could still feel both pleasure and pain. That magnificent cock serving those needs, yet falling just short of letting her cum.

“OH!!! AHHH!!!” Her body responded in the limited way it could, pressing back and grinding despite the tears that built up in her eyes against the pain as everything rushed back into focus. But it was not all pain, those scales dragged against her insides in that divine way that no other had replicated. Massaging her internally as that staff utterly claimed her.

The cries didn't slow either. Again and again denied that release that was building up Scorch shuddered. Vesperia could distinguish those periods, the cries were different almost pained for a moment then reset to the crescendo of pleasure that built towards that next denied release. So close, yet so far, she had little choice but to endure these vicious cycles as Vesperia used her body for her own pleasure and amusement.

Sharp pleasured hisses joined relentless impacts of those hips hitting Scorch's tight ass. The scales dragged and tenderized every inch of pussy as that molten tip prodded and rubbed all against the woman's cervix and womb. Unfortunately, the drugs hold on this woman seemed unyielding as she trapped at the breaking point but never granted the bliss she desperately desired. But for Vespira, the serpent woman had the pleasure feeling those inside clench and tighten. Scales stroked those velvet walls and vulnerable g-spot all while that shaft pulsed and swell for another round of sexual bliss.

Fingers dug into the human woman's hips. Vespira pulled Scorch back, letting that head rest against that scaled bosom. Hips surged upwards while hands pulled the woman down that erect spire of scales and flesh. The Gorgonian's body arched as her head reared back to let forth a cry. Scorch would feel the scales digging in as swells rippled along the length, expelling hot globs of steamy hot spunk into that woman's womb. Hands released those hips and grabbed the woman's breasts, squeezing and mauling them as she let that orgasm pump everything it had into Vespira's prey.

"Mmm... Ssseemss that drug is keeping you from fully enjoying my attention," the serpent woman hissed, "A pity. But, I am not going to sstop. I will keep going... And going... And going... Until I am ssatisssfied."

Scorch would feel every scale as she was pulled up that Gorgonian's cock. Held just above that majestic rod, the mushroom head was lined up with that tight ass. Vespira was not going to be finished until she has claimed every hole. Whether Scorch could last was of little consequence. Hands pulled that ass down on that unyielding phallus, forcing the woman to feel inch after inch inside her tender insides. Hips would shiver and shake, causing those scales to rub each every way as that ass was taken.

Time lost meaning to the drugged human woman. The redhead was eventually retrieved by slaves to be cleaned up and tended to medically if necessary. Vespira had little choice but to wait and see if this slutty slave could still be of any use to her in this task. Mercer had already departed, most likely already obediently following her commands like always. Serena was apparently in the hangar bay still. The Gorgonian left her pet to her little project. For now, the alien crimelord would seek some rest and await for further updates.

Incredible. Waves of bliss tore through her tormented brain. Pain morphed into pleasure as that cock bombarded her insides. Tears streaked down her cheeks, the size immense, her ass smacking against those hips with each full thrust inside her.

Scorch cried out. Her body heating, reaching a boiling point. “I'M … I'M … CUMM - NOOOOOO!” [/color] Again she was pulled away from climax. Those drugs kicking in to deny her of that need. That scaled cock receiving those rewards as if she had cum. A quivering tightness squeezed against that scaled spire.

Pulled back she was standing now. Felling the swell of those enormous globes. Hands stealing over her smaller orbs. The hot spunk that filled her nearly launched her up that staff had it not been for the firm hold on her hips. Still it would have been doubtful that she would have cleared it given it's length,

A promise. The woman had not been done with her yet. Lifting her off of that spire she was positioned so that the tip lined up with her rear. Scorch's eyes widened. “It's too bi - AHHHH!”

No stranger in being taken there there was a worry about that incredible size given Vesperia's frenzy at the moment. The only saving grace being that all that cum along with her juices lubed that portion up.

Fingernails bit into her palms while others buried themselves into her hips. Bounced up and down those drugs cutting her off whenever she got close. With a plethora of tentacles and those hands molding her breasts it was easy to keep her stimulated throughout.

No hole had been spared. Scorch, in a haze, recollected ass to mouth afterwards when she had been let down. There were lots of holes in her memories. Her body left broken and sore. The slaves found her disposed on the table when Vesperia was finished with her. A glazed over look to her eyes as a combination of Vesperia, those drugs and of course trigger words were used.

So close. Left yearning and yet spent. Her memories fragmented. She had no recollection of being cleaned up or medical at all. Nor if anyone or anything took liberties with her. In the morning she woke amid other slaves where she was dressed in a modest black flight suit that clung to her shape. Fixed up Scorch didn't spent too much time foregoing make up unless instructed to wear it. Her hair twisted back in a simple pony tail she was lead back to Vesperia.

She could only assume it had been a single night. The drugs may have been out of her system but she was burning for release. Yet every movement, however minor, reminded her of how thoroughly she had been taken. Muscles ached as she was escorted to Vesperia's chambers or so she believed.

Her parting may not have been deemed important enough for any additional attention. And if so it would be Serena who would see her off. The slave would have a word with her Mistress if she wanted to instill any parting instructions to the ex-pirate. If not Serena would see to these details, as she would after Vesperia was finished with her sister since such little details were beneath her. No need to micro manage these simple matters such as the ship, arranging for necessary supplies and providing a means of communication once these perpetrators were discovered. The actual clean up would be handled by Vesperia's people if indeed Scorch was able to find them.

Vespira was not going to simply let go of the leash and let this ex-pirate go to some unknown location. There was no concern of Scorch trying to escape. If the collar and drugs did not subdue the redhead, knowing that her sister was in the Gorgonian's hands would ensure compliance. If this slave was going to act in Vespira's name, the serpent woman wanted to know exactly what this human woman had planned.

Cleaned up and dressed, Scorch was taken to Vespira's chambers. The mess from before had been cleaned up. The Gorgonian lounged on a bed of pillows. She was wearing nothing at all, exposing her glimmering scaled form in all its glory. A datapad was in hand as Vespira read through reports and other matters that sought her attention.

There were other slaves, some holding trays of food and drink to offer whenever their Mistress felt peckish. Other slaves were off to the sides, ready to replace those who were too fatigued to continue their service. Eyes glanced at Scorch's arrival but none of them would say a word.

For several moments, Vespira did not even look in the redhead's direction. Her forked tongue flicked the air as she looked at the datapad. After a few more moments, the Gorgonian could speak. "Once more, you are in my care," Vespira hissed, "Tell me, how are you going to sserve me thisss time? You have been informed of the matter that needss correcting, yess? I will not have my time wassted. If your plan has merit, I shall ssend you on your way."

"That is asssuming you are not disstracted already," Vespira added as she tosses her datapad onto some pillows. The serpent stretched, her body arching and causing those full glimmering breasts to push outwards into further prominence, "Your body aches and Mercer had left you sstarving with need. If you cannot focuss, sspeak now. Perhapss if you remember how to beg like the sslut you are, I may grant you my attention before your departure."

"Of coursse, I am willing to grant you ssome time with your preciousss sissster if you like. She has been sserving me with complete obedience..." Vespira verbally poked and prodded Scorch to see what sort of reactions would come forth. Without those drugs pumping through the slave's system, perhaps the woman could think and respond more clearly now. Did Scorch still wish to free her sister? Did she desire to return to Vespira or was she looking forward to returning to Mercer and serving her former enemy? Was there any desire for freedom remaining in this lovely pet? Vespira wanted to know what this one's desires were now that she spent months as an obedient sex slave. This was a rare opportunity for the two to converse before Scorch is inevitably sent off to hunt down her former associates.

Despite that soreness Vesperia could smell Scorch's desire in the air. Not as strong as the night before with all those drugs eating away at her but being left unfulfilled generated this ache within her. She briefly took in the other occupants of the room. Of course not missing the Gorgonian in her splendor. Through it all she remained silent, her gaze down cast.

Scorch could feel the warmth in the chamber. It was always warmer in the rooms that Vesperia was in. Heat didn't bother her as much as other humans. At least not anything short of being extreme. Cold affected her as it would any other of her kind. She had always chocked I up to using her powers subconsciously altering the feel on her skin. Yet she couldn't exert herself any better in such environments and figured she could only make herself feel comfortable in these environments. Of course if something ate at her concentration she would have been unable to use her ability even if she was unaware that it was manifesting.

Scorch still desired freedom. Yet she could foresee how horrible consequences could be. Add in the fact that Serena seemed happy in her position Scorch could see the folly of making such a move. The only way things would work would be for her and Serena's escape. The later so unlikely, even if it did occur Scorch could guarantee that Serena would make her way back to Vesperia.

So far she wasn't addicted to the drugs. They being a recent toy Mercer used. From time to time she was let off her lease to “acquire” something for Mercer. But she knew better than to just disappear, not that it would be easy seeing she had some fame from the broadcasts of being in the arena. There was little doubt that bounty hunters could track her down since she was fairly recognizable.

With hypnosis and training her hatred of Mercer simmered down. He was so often the instrument of her pain or pleasure based on his mood. Removing Serena from his clutches only shifted her desires somewhat. While enthralled to Mercer clearly it would be better to be Vesperia's slave. If she could not get Serena free then at least they could be together more frequently. Depending of course where she was assigned. Crossing paths would be more frequent of course.

Often her mind was distracted from such thoughts. Yesterday she could hardly think. She was brought up to speed earlier that morning. Fragmented memories from the night before coming back to her. She hardly had time to come up with a great plan before being shuffled here and thus while Vesperia was reviewing details of her business she was using that time to think ahead as she attempted to ignore that ache left within her.

When addressed at last those blue eyes looked upon the resplendent woman.

“Mistress, I intend to go to the planet Hadante. There I have numerous contacts among the pirates working in the same sector of space as this hijacking.

“In order to convert goods into currency they'll need someone with ties to a fence and there are few with the credits and audacity to move stolen goods suspected to have come from you. The brand the former slave bares is one I recognize and I have a large enough fan base that inquiries among them could point me towards any pirates sporting that mark. Between uncovering their identity I should be able to trace them back to the crew they work for. Not many ex gladiatrixes become pirates.” She had some suspicions but kept them to herself. Chances were good that they weren't dealing with an escaped slave but one purchased as a status symbol. Maybe even a bed warmer for the pirate crew? It was mere speculation on her part and thus something to continue to dwell upon.

Her speech was holding up better. Still the way her eyes widen give away that she's still somewhat distracted.
She had assumed she would just have to deal with this blight. When she was on her way she figured she'd see to pleasuring herself. However that itch could not be sated in the same way. It would be just enough to take that all consuming edge off. But there was this unexpected recourse. As sore as she still was there was no question in the pleasures Vesperia could bring her to such heights when she so desired. With a mere word she could rattle her.

Of course she could easily be brought to a world of pain by that enormous spire as per Vesperia's whim. But the mere possibility of pleasure moistened her further. Her nipples visibly stiffen beneath the fabric of that tight flight suit.

Scorch barely shook her head. I am undeserving to she my sister at this time. Perhaps when everything is settled my Mistress might opt to spoil me with such a visit. I'm not deserving of your magnificence and it would be a reward in of itself. But I implore you. Beg of you ...” Scorch slowly unzipped her flight suit revealing more of that cleavage that threatened to spill out.

“Fill this filthy slut. Shower me with that precious cum. Take me however you would like. I … I need release. Please, Mistress, please. Clear my head so I can best serve you.”[/color]

Dropping down to her knees she unzipped the suit enough to reveal her breasts. Her skin shimmered with perspiration. Arms pulling free she halted continuing or not based on any cues she received from Vesperia.

Not even the suit and distance between them could hide Destiny's wanton need from the serpent's tongue. Vespira watched as those eyes widened as they took in the Gorgonian's glimmering form. Still, the distracted woman was able to explain her plans. There was no reason to question the route. As long as it did not seem aimless or a waste of time, Vespira was fine with it.

Vespria smiled as Scorch claimed not be worthy of seeing Serena but was desperately needy for the scaled mistress. The fiery former mercenary was already opening her suit, revealing how hot and yearning that sexy body was. "Oh my, your manner of ssspeach has improved," the Gorgonian hissed as she sat up and slithered towards the kneeling woman. Scorch had already stripped off half her suit. Perhaps it was an undeserved boon from Vespira but that would only make this moment all the more pleasurable for this sexually starved slave.

"Mm..." Vespira leaned down, her glistening heavy tits hung heavily before Scorch. A hand gripped the human woman's chin, forcing her to look up into those slitted yellow eyes. "It pleases me greatly to hear you admit what you are. Dirty... Filthy... Ssslut... But do not worry. I am a kind Misstresss... Your sisster can attesst to that. I will help empty your pretty little head. Then I will fill it with all sssorts of filthy thoughtss. You will not be able to sstop thinking about your Misstresss and thisss cock. Your body will ache for my cum. And when you return to Mercer, you will remember what you could have if you jussst sssubmit..."

As the Gorgonian spoke, her cock slowly slid out of her sheathe and began to swell and grow into prominence. "Show me how much you want thisss... Need thisss..." Vespira hissed, "Show me how you dessserve thiss, how you dessserve to be my filthy ssslut. Show your Misstresss how you will sserve."

"Now, ssslave..." Vespira hissed, "Where shall I fill you firssst? You will not have the drug to blame for failing thisss time."

Scorch's heart was slamming against her chest. That need. That ache. It persisted even now. And while she did not seek the reward of seeing her sister there was no denying this need. Especially if it could be quenched. Her excitement blossomed as Vesperia spoke. Pleased with her choices thus far. The tone didn't seem to be malicious. Quit the opposite in fact. Though her time spent with Mercer often had the rug pulled out from under her at the last instant for his amusement.

To Mercer Scorch was a toy. To be played with or neglected as his whim dictated. She had learned to predict his moods somewhat. Knowing if he was pleased it was more likely to result in more experiences on the pleasurable side or being left alone in lieu of whatever other toy caught his fancy.

Chin lifted upward. Scorch could see her own needy expression reflected in those stilted yellow eyes. She attempted to follow what was being said. Would it be that easy to get away from Mercer? She felt as if he'd hold onto her, but she hadn't considered if she performed well enough were subtle pressure was placed on Mercer to give her up.

Her mind was already envisioning that scaled scepter prior to it's release. Up this close it was even bigger than she recalled and she had a taste of it the other night. Scorch licked her lips, eyes drawn to that magnificent spire.

“Just submit … yes ...” She wasn't sure if she was to submit to Mercer or now. If the later she was ready for it. A hand reaching out to grasp that cock at it's base. Shimming a bit closer with her knees she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Lips sealing against the head of that warm dick. She suckled between bouts of her tongue sweeping over the crown. Sweeping over the slit in effort to taste a bit of pre-cum. Heat channeled to her hands. Basking where she touched with warmth.

As she stroked over that shaft she had to curl her hand in a circular motion due to it's girth and the fact she was using a lone hand. The other reached up to one of those heavy breasts. Warm fingers pressing into the bounty. Her thumb circling the nipple as she worked more of that cock into her mouth.

Growing wetter than before she set herself into pleasing her Mistress. It was with the hope of her efforts be reciprocated but that was second to her mind. First was seeing to her assigned task doing the best to deliver pleasure, and of course get that cum. It was tough to ignore those words, the images implanted given her needy state. Even without any power to them they had a way of worming into her mind.

Just as she was about to taste more of that cock words pulled her from that fogged state. She felt as if her heart would explode. A means of ending the torment that had swept over her the other night. She was ravished so thoroughly that she had no time to see to her own needs this morning. Sleeping as long as the slaves allowed in order to recuperate some.

She pulled back from that cock suddenly. Wide eyed again, though a mixture of relief was there as well. Vesperia wasn't going to drawn this out? “FILL MY PUSSY! PLEASE MISTRESS!”

The words were out without any hesitation. She looked away unless prevented. Blushing at that outburst. “Please Mistress. Quench those fires within me with your cum.”

Watching such a once willful and defiant toy just melt and fall apart before her attention was incredibly pleasing to Vespira. Destiny was eager to show her affection for the alien crimelord. The heated touches seeped through those scales, rippling through the Gorgonian's cock and breast. It was a pleasant tingly pleasure that produced a hiss from the serpent woman. Scorch could taste the precum. It tasted as good as it did the day before if not better. She felt that thick nipple harden under her stroking thumb.

Just serving was pleasing in itself for the hopeless slave. But, that only added to the aching frustrations that were left unsatisfied before. How long would Vespira prolong this torment? Surprisingly, the answer came soon as the Gorgonian hissed that wonderful little question. The total loss of composure said it all and even the trained slave was embarrassed at herself.

Vespira could be cruel. She could pull her offer away, denying the desperate woman what she needed so badly. But, the Gorgonian still had business of her own to attend to as did this former space pirate. She was going to imprint herself onto this horny slut so Scorch does not dare forget who she belongs to during her mission.

The snakewoman's forked tongue flicked out, tasting Destiny's cheek and lips. A hand gripped that chin, forcing the embarrassed woman to face her Mistress. Lips touched as that tongue sought entry, claiming this human slave in a deep passionate embrace. Her other hand held Scorch's hip, pulling the woman up higher. The scaled trunk dragged over the woman's chest and body until that glistening crown was waiting just below the slave's quivering entrance.

The kiss broke as Scorch was set up to mount the engorged spire of scales and throbbing meat. Vespira hissed as hands stroked the woman's hips. "Show me you can take it, ssslave... Show me what you got." Vespira waited to see how her slave performs when offered the one prize that had been out of her reach for so very long.

Head lifted up her gaze locks with Vesperia. Her heart rate even more frantic soaring her blood pressure to new heights. Each beat profound within her ears as that scaled spire presses against her ever rising body as Scorch is coaxed up higher on her knees. Guiding hands prompt her to rise on shaky legs as a trail of pre-cum dribbles along her chest as she is elevated higher and higher.

Already her mind is drenched with feeling it again. Those unsettled and tormented urges slam through her.

To keep from failing her hands grasp those tits. Feeling hard nipples against her palms as her heated hands squeeze those mounds. Delighted in the pleasure she gives at the same time as looking forwarded to her own.

Lifted up, the tip of that spire finds her more then wet. Her pussy pulsating, gripping against nothingness as it acted on it's own accord. Her legs folded around the Gorgorian's back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. Scorch so wanted to sink down that shaft, to quench that ever growing need. Yet by a thread she held back, waiting on her Mistress to take her or give her the command rather than taking that initiative. Some semblance of her mind latches onto the fact of given pleasure rather than taking it.

The sheer delight that comes to her features melts that restraint away. Ankles locked around one another, she sinks down suddenly. Straining as her pussy works over that head. The girth, that thickness, it requires effort on her part.

Amid the soreness, the size, the pain. Mixed with pleasure as she's stretched out around that rod.

“OH MY FUCKING GOOODDD!!!!!!” Her head tilts back, that surge enough to uncork the dam that had been holding her back all this time. Not even one complete thrust and she was cumming all over that scaled length.

Tight walls did there best to squeeze against that magnificent cock. She was so caught up in the sheer bliss that she was ignoring the pain and discomfort from the night prior. She took as much of that meat as she could.

Leaning forward, hands now on those shoulders to assist with her movements as she worked up and down that pole. Urgent thrusts, hips spiraling as she ground down. Previously captured lips now freely moving along those breasts, that neck, wherever she could.

Yet Scorch pressed through this orgasm and the ones that fired off in rapid succession. Like a brick of firecrackers they went off back to back. All that denial and now release Scorch fought with the overwhelming sensations that spun about her.

“D-Doo you AHH like it Mistress?”

Permission had already been given, allowing the aching redhead to begin taking that monstrous scaled length in. First it was the hot fleshy crown that parted those netherlips. No matter how hard the passage pulsed or clenched, those juicy inner walls were forced to stretch and yield to the Gorgonian's girth. Beyond the molten tip awaited several upon several rough scales. Scorch had experienced this all before. Each individual scale scratching and dragging along those sensitive velvet depths. The pulsations and tightening only caused them to dig in deeper. Sliding in, the scales only scratched lightly. It was not until the woman tried to rise up this spire of scale and flesh would she feel them really stimulate every inch of that delicious pussy.

Scorch did not even last the journey downwards, soaking Vespira's cock with her hot lustful release. The Gorgonian's yellow eyes glimmered with amusement. Watching this slave break on her cock was a dominating and pleasing experience. The redhead struggled to keep moving even as that glistening form shuddered and spasmed with orgasm after orgasm.

Hands rested on the human woman's hips. Instead of answering, Vespira pulled the woman down the length of her erect cock, forcing the woman to take as much as possible all at once. The serpent woman took one of Scorch's hands and guided it down the human's body, letting her feel her own rapid heartbeat before forcing her to move lower and feel the lump in her lower belly. Vespira made the slave feel just how deep this cock has taken her. The monstrous length pulsed and swelled, twitching with anticipation. Every small motion cause those scales to dig and scratch one direction and the other.

"I alwaysss love ssseeing you break," Vespira hissed. Her snakelike hips began to shiver and sway rapidly, causing those scales to act as countless fingers stroking and proding every bit of those soft pink depths. The Gorgonian hissed with glee, keeping a tight hold of the woman as the shivering grew faster and faster. Hips began to thrust upwards, jamming that scaled trunk against the woman's cervix and womb. She showed no signs of slowing even as Scorch drowned in her own orgasmic oblivion.

"Yessss..." The alien woman's head reared back. Tendrils flexed as that cock shuddered. Swells rippled along its length, releasing that hot alien spunk directly into Scorch's yearning core. Hips kept thrusting, churning that sexual concoction mixing within the helpless slave. The lewd squish and slurp of cum mixed with the sweet music leaving the former pirate's lips.

When Vespira's hips stopped, she simply let the woman remain slumped and impaled on the twitching length. Fingers ran through that long crimson hair before gripping and pulling Scorch's gaze towards her own. "Sssuch a dirty ssslut," Vespira hissed, "Could not even last one thrust on my cock. Perhapss you are better off sspreading your legss instead of fighting with your little ssword and flames." The alien crimelord teased cruelly. She had no expectation of this one being able to endure long enough to have permission to cum. But, that just made it all the more enjoyable, pointing out how Scorch was no longer in control of her own body.

Vespira released Scorch's head, letting her slump over and recover before seeing if this woman would try and keep going or seek to clean up this mess she made.

“OH!!! AHHH!!! SO … SO … UHH B-BIG!!!” Her tender pussy stretched against the unyielding head of that cock. Cumming as soon as it was within her. Scales scratched against her inner walls feeling like fingernails stimulating her stretched out core.

Scorch felt feint and light headed. Bouncing on that scaled scepter as that girth stretched her to her limits. She hurt but it hurt so good! Bringing relief at the same time as those tender muscles were dealt with. Each thrust delivering that well needed pleasure that she craved for so long.

Her pussy pulsed against that cock. Filled, glassy eyes directed to her Mistress. Her hand guided to her left breast feeling the sharp point of her nipple. The thunderous roar of her heart beat beneath as her blood pressure soared. Lower still her hand was lowered feeling the swell of her belly along with those thrusting movements through her. Feeling that keen throb, almost instinctively her hand warmed as if in attempts to warm that beast as it impaled her.

Ankles tightened against one another as her body gave forth a strong squeeze. Eyes brightening as she felt that hot geyser of cum erupt in her belly causing her to swell even more as that cock acted as a cork. Despite it's size a combination of cum and her juices leaked out though the majority was sealed inside.

That release triggered another of her own. So intense, the mix of pain and pleasure fought against one another. That well needed release seen to in abundance making up for the tortures of the other night when she was unable to indulge in it's splendor.

“Y-YES MISTRESS. YOUR SLUT. T-Thank you Mistress!”

The comment about spreading her legs rather than fighting may have conflicted her thoughts in seeking out the true meaning. Yet encompassed in the glow of such titanic releases her first thought was that she had to be better, to practice endurance in a different form. Her endurance for the arena was good, nothing exceptional, though it was far greater than her sexual stamina.


“You're right, Mistress. I need more practice.” She attempted to catch her breath. The air around them felt so hot. Had that been the heat in here? The lights? Her own ability? Scorch could not say one way or the other.

She felt shame. Shame in craving this so much. Shame in her combat abilities being dismissed. Yet nothing compared to the shame of not doing a better job. Her head released, still perched on that achingly hard scepter her every movement causing her muscles to sting and reel in discomfort. But there was no denying this bliss.

Everything swirled together. While one could have made the argument that she was being dismissed to climb off that spire and clean up her pride stung a little. Scorch gyrated her hips feeling that cock stir up all that pent up cum.

She gasped. Feeling the keen sting of aching muscles. A tingle rushed through her at the same time promoting her to ignore this. Hands gripping those heavy breasts, fingers squeezing and holding on as she pulled herself up. Nearly escaping before allowing gravity to pull her back down. Her hips twisting at the same time as she attempted her best to preserver and do better. Each motion drawing a coo from her lips.

“I … I … I can do better Mistress ...”

Vespira laughed at the human woman's admission. The former pirate struggled to rise up the throbbing spire. Hands gripped the Gorgonian's large firm breasts. The serpent could feel every tremor and tremble running through the redhead's aching form. Whether it was desire or pride goading the slave to keep trying, Vespira was amused. Every inch the woman's body rose, the more those scales scratched those tender insides.

Scorch stopped short of freeing that tip from her stretched pussy. Her weary form let gravity take her back down as she tried to gyrate and rotate those hips. The cum inside Scorch squished and slurped around the scaled meat, forcing the excess to escape and run down those parted thighs.

"Can you?" Vespira teased, "You could not even thrusst down. You think gravity will get all of it insside you? Let me show you how much you have to go..."

Hands rest on Scorch's hips. The Gorgonian's strength pulled the woman down while hips surged upwards, causing that tip to plow against that womb. If the slave came again, Vespira would hold her their through the entire pleasured ordeal before suddenly pulling the human woman up the throbbing length. The evil serpent woman then repeated the motions, pulling down and thrusting upwards. She did it again and again, forcing more of that excess cum to squish and slurp out.

Vespira was treating Scorch like a cock sleeve, pumping her up and down her shaft as it pulsed and shuddered with anticipation. The alien being showed the differences in their might and sexual capabilities. The Gorgonian was stronger, more experienced, and could better endure the intense sexual acts that humankind back on Earth could never attempt on their own.

Scorch was hilted on that monstrous dick a final time when she felt it erupt once more, swelling her womb with that bubbling hot seed. The pirate was not left with a choice this time as she was pulled off Vespira's lap and tossed onto the floor. The serpent pumped her cock by hand, letting more globs of her alien spunk splash down upon the fallen naked beauty. "Mmm... If you want another chance to prove yoursself," Vespira hissed, "You know what you mussst do. Find what was sstolen from me. Do not fail or you will never feel this ever again."

Scorch could feel more cum splash onto hair. She would not be allowed to clean herself up, forced to put on the suit over her cum marked body. She felt all the pains and aches of fatigue and exhaustion. But unlike during the meeting, she was granted release that had been denied. This moment would be in her memory as she performed her mission.