It was true that Scorch was attempting to allow gravity to do which she could not do herself. That downward momentum lethargic until Vesperia took things in hand. She felt that grip on her hips, yet words had not been processed in time for the inevitable. Had she not been so addled she might have processed things, it took no mastermind to know what was in store for her.

“AHHHHH!!!!!” She sang out. Pain erupting through her core with the sudden thrust upwards inside her. Her already swollen belly felt more stuffed, felt as if it would burst. At the same time that storm hit her own pleasure was attained. Somewhere her mind's wiring was crossed with pleasure and pain rolling together as one.

Her legs squeezed around that back. Fingers squeezing those breasts. Her body quaked. Rippling in an incredible orgasm, the strongest one she had to date. Her pussy convulsed around that thick staff. Cum sloshed inside her, all bu the little that managed to escape her. Rivets ran down her legs ultimately splashing on the floor beneath her.

There was a brief respite. Long enough for her to come to her senses. She burned with humiliation. Needing this. At the same time enjoying this as well. Laughter ridiculed her. Was she this bad at this? Was Vesperia enjoying the moment? It was hard to sort through this, such things had been irrelevant in the moment as another thrust blanked her mind once more.

Deep, firm thrusts. No one had claimed her so deeply. Again there was a short respite as she recovered before the next onslaught. She lost count of the number of times she came. At first it was practically after each thrust into her core. Then every three thrusts, then five. Even as her stamina was being robbed from her it was being built up. Nothing she had noticed but the Gorgonian was unrelenting.

Each time she was undone Vesperia took glee in that. Her hands fumbled with those breasts, squeezing them, licking and sucking on them. Thrusts within her caused her to cry out in equal parts pleasure and pain.

Se was SO BIG!

Just as she thought her pussy was going to break there was one last titanic thrust, This one going even deeper. Her belly straining as more cum flowed into her with the power of a fire hose. She lifted her head to the ceiling crying out one last time. Unable to take it any longer despite the ache it filled it generated far more in her already tattered body,

Discarded to the floor her knee ached as it took the brunt of that short fall. Was she really burning up? Were the sprinklers activated? No that was cum. A pool of it fled her body drenching her legs while even more coated her hair.

“Ahhh haaahhh ahhhh” She panted. Attempting to gather her breath. Her throat raw with how long and loud she was crying out.

“I … will not fail … Mistress ...” Her breaths heavy. Though as she looked to get cleaned up she found an absence of cleaning material, well other than that other slaves had for their Mistress. But such was not for her as she was told to dress.

Achingly slow she did so. Muscles strained and ached as she squeezed into that tight flight suit. The copious amount of cum causing the material to stick every few seconds as she had to struggle into it. All the while with little energy and each moment causing her to ache or experience twinges of pain.

Despite being run through a marathon the thought of being denied that cock again caused a flurry of butterflies to dance in her belly. Reinforcing what was on the line. Simply put she could not fail regardless of the challenges before her. The drugs doing more than quelling her own release the day prior but causing this moment to imprint on her given the bliss she was allowed to experience after the effect ran it';s course. More often than not Mercer left her unsatisfied afterwards, he had other slaves and tended to be more of a sadist when it came to her.

Scorch glanced to the mess as she pressed up to her hands and knees. Debating between cleaning this mess or getting started she came to the quick conclusion that she was brought here for an alternate purpose. Besides there was a plethora of slaves and she didn't know if she had the energy to attempt the task suffice it to say getting to whatever ship was assigned to her.

“I shall get underway Mistress if there's nothing further.” In the proceeding moments she'd learn where she had to go. Whether or not she had other matters to endure between here and there was another thing. Fortunately once a course was set there was little to piloting unless one found themselves in combat. She could get some rest before reaching Hadante and depending on the ship she might even have the means of getting cleaned up along the way.

Whether Vespira desired the cum soiled slave to clean up this mess was not vocalized. Keeping the Gorgonian waiting on completing the mission was not favorable nor is leaving behind a mess. Destiny had to make a decision and decided to depart. Slaves would return to their duties as the fiery redhead left, no doubt eager to clean up the Mistress's essence left on the floor.

Destiny would find her ship, The Shooting Star, waiting for her in the hangar bay. Whatever preparations Serena made while her sister was busy had long since been finished. Whether Serena desired to say goodbye to her own sister was up to her. In any case, the ship had been repaired and prepped for launch. There were some armaments provided in the various compartments should they be needed for the upcoming task.

R-92 was active and operational. The droid was capable of taking the ship out of the cruiser and setting a course to Hadante. Whatever other utilities the ship had before were still available. If Scorch desired, she could see about getting herself cleaned up while the ship is enroute.

Hadante apparently had ties to space piracy in the sector. The supposed culprit was either a former pirate returning upon earning her freedom or decided that such an occupation was all that there was for her with a gladiatrix's skill set. Scorch claimed her own renown as a former pirate and gladiatrix would help loosen some lips when she asks around.

As expected for a location that revolves around illegal trading and selling of stolen goods, there was not much of a check upon entering Hadante's orbit and eventual landing. There were numerous markets and auctions one could check but Scorch most likely already knew where she had the best chance of finding answers. All she had to do was get there and ensure she did not soil her Mistress's name. As Vespira's belonging, every act and failure would reflect on the slave's owner.

Scorch had to make a decision. In her state leaving the mess seemed more sensible since she had delayed long enough. Plus she probably wouldn't have accomplished the task adequately in her state. It was a chore but exhausted muscles lead her to the hanger. She had to use the walls to retain her balance and stopped several times but never for long as she was determined to get started.

Fortunately she was spotted as she was attempting to make progress. Instructed in the direction of the hanger and told that a ship was already prepared for her. Diverting her course Scorch made her way there. Gathering stares and glances from the staff, other slaves or guards no one interfered with her. Whether under orders or seeing the sad state she was in was hard to say.

When arriving at the hanger and pointed to the ship she'd be using Scorch was surprised. Her old ship. The Shooting Star. No, this had to be the same model of vessel. Creeping up the boarding ramp she took it all in. The little things that stood out to her. Minor cosmetic things that denoted that this indeed was the same vessel. If that weren't enough R-92 was present.

“92!” Her eyes lit up, though the simple exclamation caused her ribs to ache. She hadn't expected to see her old droid again. Though she hadn't expected an emotional response on his part. Collecting herself she instructed him to set a course to Hadante, her home world.

Meanwhile she went to get cleaned up. Afterward she would inspect the ship. Rediscovering all those things about it that she had long thought lost.

Serena hadn't seen her off but left instructions on a datapad that 92 prompted her to. It highlighted the info gathered, had an image of that tattoo/brand so she could show it to people. She wished to see her sister but fortunately didn't since that would have lead to another delay.

After going over some info she gave some thought as to where to start her investigation. It was sensible to start with members of her old crew. They should know of any new players on the scene. This robbery seemed to entail that someone was either desperate or attempting to make a name for themselves. Of course in this case going after Vespira's goods probably meant that this group had no idea what to expect. She ruled out them being too powerful to care. In such cases it was best not to cause wars and disputes. Even minor ones had costs that could be avoided. Her best guess was someone oblivious to the criminal underworld. Could it be as simple as a crew consisting of all former slaves and gladiatrixes? Perhaps. But all that mattered was locating them for now. She had contact information to get back to Vesperia's people.

Though it occurred to her she had few credits to grease any palms. Which left her cashing in favors or making trades. Hadante was full of all sorts of under handed things. She'd just have to adapt.

Struggling she checked out the rest of the ship. It was more or less as she left it. Her clothes, even armaments. Her sword and plasma pistol. She made a few cursory wings of her sword. Her arms ached and she set the blade aside. As much as she'd like to take it she probably shouldn't. The pistol was another matter.

Telling 92 she was going to get some rest she left him with instructions with him to awake her if there were any problems or when reaching Hadante's system, whichever occurred first. She was out of it. While she had intended to pick 92's processors about what he had been up to there was no time for that.

She felt a bit better after a rest. Still sore in lots of places but at least she could move along at more than a hobble. No longer needing support to stay upright.

Once she had landed she used a supply comlink to contact one of her associates, an old fence she unloaded goods with in the past. If there was a recent influx of goods he should know a thing or two about them. Even if he did not deal with them directly. Slaves were unloaded when there was a market for them. If too many for this world they were shipped to other nearby ones. All in all there was often coordination involved here. She didn't know of all the logistics but flooding the market in one good or another was never a good idea. Either they were here or sen to a different world. She wasn't attempting to recover the goods but trying to trace the pirates.

“Hey, Gus, it's Scorch.” The alien was refereed to as Gus anyway. The name too unusual and unpronounceable by humans. “I'm hoping you can help me out.”

Whether it was someone with power, thought they had power, were incompetent, or ignorant; they were all blemishes on Vespira's name and reputation. Learning it was some desperate fool who managed to take what belonged to the scaled mistress would only upset the Gorgonian further.

There was a lack of cash on hand. Nothing was said about bartering off whatever was on the ship. But, Scorch did know she had her body to offer should the need arise. The arena and working in Vespira's establishments had shown just how many credits one was willing to pay to have one of the serpent woman's trained slaves.

R-92 responded with its usual programmed replies. The droid would handle the shuttle operations while the redhead slumbered. A monitor would reveal a hidden camera in the room for the droid to observe Scorch. Once the former pirate was asleep, R-92 pressed a few keys. The lights would dim further and soft music similar to those in the establishments would play. The music would help soothe the woman's psyche while soft messages would play over and over again. A glimmering disco ball of multi-colored lights would flash, ready to further subdue the lovely redhead and continue her slave training during the journey.

The details were lost in Scorch's subconscious but she would wake well rested. The aches and pains of her body had faded while a heated tingling would greet her awakening.

R-92 would wait on the ship while Scorch sought her contacts. It had been so long since she contacted anyone, most of her recent time being spent serving Mercer. The fence was still where the redhead remembered. Gus was a hulking slug-like creature. His skin was more leathery than slimy and what looked like layers of fat were in fact dense muscle.

"Scorch?" He grumbled, "Oh right, thought you were stuck in the arena again. Looking sexy, babe. What brings an enslaved gladiatrix to my shop? Whether I can help you or not depends on what it is and what you pay, you know this."

Unaware of the cameras in her room or the additional training her subconscious would receive Scorch had been too tired to think of such things. Nor had she been concerned about them in the moment. Faint music played while she slept while insidious words etched onto her mind.

When waking Scorch was refreshed. Just a little sore but this was more or a lingering sensation. It faded the more she moved. That or the words had trained her to tune out such aches. Those first few moments attuning her mind when she began to move in earnest. Either way she felt good.

Able to consider with a clear head Scorch quickly came to the realization she had no cash on hand. Any emergency funds she had stashed away on the ship had long since been discovered and there was little of value on the vessel. Stuff that would take far too long to sell to be worthwhile. Stuff like a first a kit and clothes might earn her a pittance. A far cry from a good bribe to a contact. She had the blaster and droid. The sword was something she wouldn't sell given its sentimental value and the comlink was necessary in contacting Vesperia's people (she was fairly certain it wasn't a direct line).

Outside of that, well, she had her body. A bit of fame and reputation to draw upon.

Leaving 92 to watch over the ship she made her way through the streets of Hadante. There was just the one city here, if one could call it that. Hadante was more of an outlaw hideout. Yet there were all the things one needed to stay connected with the galaxy at large. Places to unload and transfer goods, a few markets selling well needed materials along with the rare luxury item or slave. If Vesperia's property passed through here it was unlikely all (or any of it) would have been unloaded here. Chances were that they would be taken to another locale. Nor did she think anyone would advertise that they stole from Vesperia.

Gus' shop was as she remembered it. Part junkyard. Part pawn shop. A front to the actual business.

She smiled at his compliment not knowing she did so. “Oh, it's been some time since my last match. You've lost weight. Been awhile. Anyway,” she glanced about ensuring that they didn't have an audience, “I'm working on behalf of Vesperia. Trying to keep things from getting too messy.

“Long story short some of her goods passed through here recently and you're in the know about these things. I was sort of hoping you could point me in the right direction. I'm a bit strapped for credits at the time though I'm sure we could work something out. That is if you have valid information.”

She slowly traced her eyes over his slug-like form. Time spent in Vesperia's clubs reduced the repulsiveness of some of the aliens out there. Still, she tended to find most repugnant. The more they deviated from humanoid the worse she felt. Yet through training collars, drugs and other means she managed to set aside these feelings for the most part.

She figured that Gus wouldn't want to get on the bad side of Vesperia. Nor did she consider that he'd try to cheat her with false information. If it was discovered he was lying, well someone was likely to trace this meeting.

“I won't mention any involvement you may or may not have had. And of course I'm willing to meet your price. I'm working freelance on this so sadly I cannot use Vesperia's resources though I'm sure there's something we can come to terms with.”

Fingers lightly trace against one of his arms as she looks him over yet again.

"Hardly the place to avoid messes," Gus replied, "You must be pretty confident that you can make this worth my while if you came with not a single credit to your name."

Scorch could not seem to stop measuring up this alien creature. Despite past biases, she had spent a great deal of time approaching and offering herself to various aliens of all shapes and sizes. The stares and reactions did not escape Gus's notice. He saw how those eyes kept taking him in. His eyes took her in all the same, measuring her worth as a prize however brief. It was the fiery redhead who made the first move though, feeling that tough leathery skin of the large slug-like creature.

"You sure this is all you are looking for? I see how you are looking at me, toots," Gus said as a large hand groped and squeezed one of Scorch's breast, "Your headlights are on full." Thick fingers closed in and pinched a nipple through the woman's tight attire. He tugged and rolled it around a bit as he pondered.

"There were some berks who came in a hurry," Gus said, "Were looking for a quick drop off. The goods stank and they would not say who or what it came from. So I told them to buzz off. Dunno if they tried any other vendors but doubt anyone here would take such a blind risk."

"There may have been some eyes that saw which way they fled leaving the planet," the leathery slug grumbled as a thumb pressed and rubbed that erect nub some more, "But, you confident your body has got what it takes to impress me? Best not keep me waiting then. Don't want your trail going cold, right?"

Gus gave some information. The goods were not sold here as expected. The thieves were probably desperately trying to place to offload the goods or trying to find a place to lay low. The alien's other hand grabbed the other breast, giving it a hardy squeeze as well. Since Scorch offered, he was not going to refuse an opportunity to have a free go at one of Vespira's slaves. A large tongue slid out and licked the woman's neck and cheek. His sheathed cock would pulse and swell in anticipation.

“Things are …” Scorch began. Her words cut off with a gasp as a hand seized her covered breast. The nipple, rip and hard. Possible from subconscious conditioning at this stage. Her mind had dwelled upon payment, bribes and of course drifted to what she had on hand.

While he appeared similar to a slug that flesh was rough rather than slimy. She could smell his fragrance, not overly strong but different. Gus was a hard read at times. His species appeared gruff most of the time and it was often difficult to know where you stood with one. Unless they truly despised you. Then there was no mistaking their ire.

She gathered a small amount of information. Though she was certain there was more he wasn't going to give that away for free.

“I still have some connections with a few of the dock workers. But you can save me a bit of time,” she smiled. Fingers spooling down an arm and his broad chest. The thieves were in a good place to lay low. Hadante being situated at the ass end of the galaxy gave them a bit of choice as to the seedy planets they could hide out at. She could narrow this down a bit if she factored in those places that could unload goods in high quantity. Even so this took time, lining up buyers or fences.

“I'm sure there are a few names of people you know to unload an abundance of goods. Somehow I doubt they'd be content to unload a slave or two at a time.”

Her other breast taken Scorch felt his influence over her throbbing nipples. Gus practically smothering her with his closeness as he worked her over. Both her palms press against his chest lightly. Sweeping up in down, with each pass her hands creeping a bit lower towards the area she deduced his genitals were. With so many different species out there it was tough to know everything. His could be below his body for all she knew. Gus might have to crawl over his partners.

Even so she figured she learn soon enough as she moved in closer. Her tongue sweeping over his shoulder, drifting towards his neck as those hands work lower still. She pulls her arms away to shrug off her trench coat. They promptly return as she hitches a leg up over his hip and around his lower back. The press of her body against him separated only by his hands over her breasts. She rubs up against him all while breathing him in. Her tongue moving along the flesh of his neck.

The taste not what she would have suspected. Expecting a dry bitter taste Scorch finds that the taste reacts rather well to her saliva. It reminds her of cinnamon but not as sweet.

“Having a name or two of your nearest competitors will help. Along with any description or names of people you have dealt with.” But right now this was an after thought. If she could not impress him she might not get any further information.

Heating her hands and tongue up a little she added to that warm. Grinning as her hand finds something hard pressing to her flight suit. Fingers trace the unseen member even as she squirms a little more forcibly against him.

“Oh … my ...” she gasps at the discovery. It being larger than she would have thought, though before now she hadn't considered the size of a slug alien. She had to keep in mind what she was working for and for whom.

All her repulsion swept aside as Scorch immersed herself in the moment. Doing her best would offer up the best results. Even if they did not improve she couldn't second guess herself in not submitting her best effort.

The leathery slugman's broad shoulders almost meld into his large neck. Scorch tasted Gus as she shed her coat. Her leg tried to wrap around his wide torso as much as she could. Breasts and that hot bod rubbed up against the large alien creature. Her hands groped to try and find where this aliens phallus resides. Thankfully, the sheathe was not too hard to find, it containing the large thick trunk that would definitely be intimidating for any ordinary human woman.

Heat soaked into Gus, pulsing and throbbing within that sheathe to goad that monstrous dick out from hiding. He sneered at Scorch's reaction. "I heard you had become a slut, guess the rumors were true. But you think you got what it takes to satisfy me? You better hope so if you want anything else from me. I ain't running a charity here."

His cock slid out from his sheathe, pushing the fiery redhead back with its size and girth. It pulsed and throbbed like a thick juicy muscle. Gus gripped his meaty rod with one hand and slapped Scorch hard across the face one way then the other. "What's wrong? Too much for ya?" He eyed the beauty up and down. He had no qualms with breaking a woman in. But Scorch could back out if she felt she could not handle this. She would just have to find another source or continue the search with what she knows so far.

Finding a place where one could drop off such a large amount of goods is probably not the most well hidden location. But if Gus did meet who Scorch was searching for, having a visual description would prove useful in tracking them down easier. The question was whether Scorch would break before Gus is satisfied or not. With the amount of sexual training she had with Mercer and Vespira, perhaps taking giant cocks like this one was standard procedure for the pirate turned sex slave.

Staggered back by the emerging of that phallus she hardly has time to view it before a meaty hand strikes one cheek. Her head is turned only for the other cheek to be struck sending her in the opposite direction. Scorch's cheeks sting. Burning red.

His words cut into her. She bites down her initial reaction, hated to be called a slut. Hatred at admitting what she had been transformed into. Prior to getting involved with Mercer she had a reputation, being apart from some sex starved kitten that the vast majority of human females become. Different than the norm among those that were birthed out here among the stars.

Then all that changed. Vesperia improving on what Mercer started.

Instead she gives him a coy grin. Blue eyes dipping down to that sizable girth. Noticing it fully for the first time. True she could have backed out of this. Probably could have uncovered info another way. Most should have been easy to gather. Especially if they were strangers on this planet. Still time could be saved and she was banking on the fact that Gus probably realized she could uncover most of what he knew in time. So he might realize that and not keep her long. Or he might have some information that she couldn't uncover, especially if he directed them elsewhere.

Too many possibilities. Her mind had not considered for long.

“Not at all.” She shot back in a sultry voice. “Just let ...” She trailed off. Certainly he was ready. Though his dry nature she thought it best to lube him up first. She had no idea how his species handled things, maybe their females were moist in all the right places. She figured that being dry would have been just as much a detriment to him in not enjoying himself fully. Then again he could be less sensitive too. Scorch didn't ponder the matter.

Dropping to her knees she unzipped the front of her flight suit. Breasts spring free and she slides her arms free of her sleeves. She barely had to crawl forth before gripping him firmly at the base. Her tongue licking slowly up that stiff member until reaching the tip.

“Mmm ...” time to call on her training. Her tongue swirling over the tip. That member so large that she had to bring her other hand into action. Both swirling up and down his length briefly before guiding him closer to her cleavage. Using her tits instead as her hands press her tits together.

How's it going to fit?

The question entered her mind. Though in the present she kicked that can down the road. Stretching her lips about that tip. She sucked like a vacuum. Her breasts treating the rest of that staff. She had to struggle to take that tip into her mouth. Working in enough that he was practically touching the back of her throat. Using a little trick she had learned she made a swallowing motion taking a bit more of that mass into her throat.

It was hard to breath, her lips ached stretched as they were. Thus she was unable to concentrate on generating any of her supernatural heat. Her body was warm, her nipples were prominent. Her own folds moistened and her clit throbbed. Blue eyes peek up for any sort of clue as to how he was receiving this which would guide her tongue and tempo. She was afraid of him cumming, not being able to breath fully. Yet unable to stop herself at the same time. Building up a craving for that taste. Would it taste as his skin did? Better?

Scorch had struggled and fought to be something more than what most alien slavers saw human women. She did all she could to protect herself and her sister from suffering the same fate as the other women throughout the galaxy. But Vespira changed all that. Serena was now loyal to a slaver and crime lord that they tried to resist. Scorch had spent multiple nights serving in Vespira's establishments. Now, she had begged the serpent woman for sex. Did she even remember she hated Mercer for the things he did to her and her sister? Or was she thinking about the next time she will get to spread her thighs before him and feel his knot inside her eager depths?

The fiery space pirate may have hated being called a slut. But, she was the one rubbing her body against this alien slugman. She was the one unzipping her suit and putting those breasts to use. Did she even consider another option?

The thick trunk felt hot between those breasts. She felt every pulse and throb. She could only pray it did not grow larger or was she hoping the opposite? Destiny spread those lips wide and tasted that large knob. Was it cinnamon again? Did this creature taste like candy or was this an effect of Mercer's drugs? Was her mind associating tasting cock with candy? Whatever it was, the woman was reacting favorably to this hulking beast of a male, her body heating up and growing moist from just a few moments of sucking this male alien's cock.

"Mm..." Gus admired seeing that mouth stretch open to take him in. He felt that throat swallow, gulping and tightening around his meat. The cock bucked forward, prodding the back of Scorch's tight throat. Large hands reached down to pinch those nipples as those hot melons slide up and down his shaft.

Thumbs rub over those erect peaks. "Already hard?" he chuckled, "You are loving this, slut." The cruel word stabbed at the woman's pride and ego. But could she deny him? Her clit was throbbing. She felt moisture dripping down her inner thigh. His thumbs pushed both nubs down into the luscious tit flesh. His cock pulsed and Scorch would start to taste something sweeter as thick drops of precum started to ooze from the tip.

Scorch had been conditioned to the point that other options had not occurred to her. This was quick. Straight to the point. And as much as she hated it her body longed for this. Transformed from who she had been to this common specimen before him.

No. Not entirely common. She was trained as Vespira's toy and was a bit more than common in that realm. There was a certain quality that one came to expect. She had not been punished for any complaints that she could recall so she had to have performed adequately. Or at least no one thought it was wise to complain about Vespira's merchandise.

She was exempt on all that book keeping. Perhaps it was noted somewhere that she had been in training. Whatever the case that training stuck. The worse part was that she was oblivious as to how well it took.

With little but persuasion and her body to work with Scorch was in a bind. She couldn't make arrangements that might not be honored and thus defaulted to taking this on herself.

She sucked, that sweetness flowing over her taste buds. Whether it was a natural taste or the drugs had been irrelevant. Perhaps those drugs made this taste sweet. She did not care tossing her best effort into the matter. Fortunately he didn't get any larger. Her jaw barely able to handle it.

“Mmmph !!!”

She cried out as her breasts were roughly handled. Her mouth full of his dick muffling any protests should she have even wanted to. Her body simply reacting. Slick and wanting. Getting herself primed up as her nipples are pressed into her flesh.

It ached but didn't cause any lasting pain. Her jaw ached more as she worked. Blue eyes going wide at that sweet taste only to relax a moment later. God he tasted good. This disgusting being arousing her. Her stomach fluttering.

She had been torn in breaking away, in not drowning in the seed that was foreshadowed. Yet at the same time her Mistress' reputation was on the line if she didn't perform adequately. As much as she wanted to back off she made herself continue. Bracing for the prospect of her oxygen being deprived Scorch sucked harder. Her lips tight against that cock as her breasts flowed along his shaft quicker.

She was urging him to cum though her words were muffled. She'd be surprised if he understood what sounded like gibberish among her own gasps. Her tongue prodding and dancing across the slit at his tip tasting even more of his essence.

Gus was pleased to see how eager this woman was to perform this offered task. Even as lungs burned for oxygen, Scorch's own pride was keeping her sucking that massive trunk. Every single one of Vespira's slaves were kept to a standard which even this former pirate could not let herself fall below. Would her own sister have performed better? What of a member of the ADD?

Just this monster's precum was threatening to drown the poor woman. But she could feel the heat building, not from her powers but from this beast's arousal. Pulses and throbs ripple through the woman's lips and tongue, echoing inside her skull or was that just the lack of oxygen making these sensations? Thankfully, the anticipation was not far from the mark as a large hand grasped Scorch's skull. Hips lurched forward, jamming that tip as far as it could go.

If Scorch dared to open her eyes, she would see the swells rippling down that length towards her spread lips. Thick gooey globs of hot alien spunk unleashed into the woman's mouth and throat. It blasted down into her belly with whatever could not escaping the corners of the woman's lips and more escaping from the nose. Each swell ended in another hot musky blast of cum. His hand kept the woman from daring to pull away.

After several swells, Gus would pull out his cock and allow more loads to blow all over the woman's face and chest, painting her body with his masculine essence. While Scorch tried to muster some sort of breath through her stuffed throat, the alien was still holding onto her skull. He easily dragged the woman over to a counter where he bends her over. Gus was not going to be satisfied with just one round with this prize.

The tight fitting suit was yanked down, exposing the woman's tight ass and pussy. He dragged a finger along those netherlips before licking the juices it gathered. "The rumors really are true," he grunts, "You really are a broken slut. You are loving this."

Hands gripped Scorch's waist as that still rock hard phallus pressed its mushroom head against her entrance. He pushed slowly, letting her feel her body stretch and yield to his girth. He was aware enough to go slow to avoid breaking this one too fast.

Pride had been the main reason in continuing onward. Though with a firm grasp Scorch found herself unable to pull back even if she had wanted. At the same time she felt that rising need, that growing possessiveness, that wave of heat that built up within that shaft. Urging her on despite the ache to her jaw. She gagged, that massive spire pressing deep into her mouth and beyond.

Unable to breath blue eyes widened only then getting a good look at what was to come. The swell followed by that ripple as something bulged within that cock and moved toward her. Her heart beat in anticipation and dread at the same time. Everything proceeded as if it were in slow motion. The lethargic nature of that release, as if there were too much of it built up to traverse down that tube.

She didn't know if it were training or that hold that kept her in place. Her mouth exploded with the sweet taste of cinnamon. Her cheeks puffed out, her mouth filled. Outside of a few quick breaths through her nose Scorch was lost in a sea of oblivion. She was drowning as her nostrils filled and spilled out that seed along with what leaked out from the corners of her mouth. Things began to fade as it continued. This was far from a gush that she expected. More like a steady stream once it arrived.

She almost passed out. Perhaps she had. Coughing up thick globs of cum as she attempted to catch her breath though as she did so more cum flowed into her mouth as her face was painted followed by her chest. Too busy trying to clear her eyes and face while drawing in breath Scorch was drawn by the hair a short distance.

She heard what Gus said but was too busy coughing and clearing her throat to respond. Though as she could see Scorch found at the counter. Back to Gus as he peeled down her flight suit so it clung about her legs. So tight fitting the material was that she wore nothing beneath. Exposed to his site her hands on the counter as she leaned forward Scorch shuddered as she felt a digit run across her damp petals.

“This … AH … better be worth it ...” she was on a time crunch. Still she was loosing herself to the moment. Barely able to think of the mission. Hopefully he had the means in shaving off some time … Fuck it. She wanted this. Needed this.

“OHHH!!!” Gus wasn't keeping her waiting. She felt him lining up with her center. Her wetness and his own smeared cock made the transgression easier. Still it was a tight fit. Muscles sealed around him, her pussy throbbing as he filled that ache within her.

Gods, it wasn't going to fit! And yet he did the impossible. Gradually working in that beast bit by bit. The insertion alone made her cum hard. Muscles clenching even tighter around him. “FUCK!!! IT'S H-HUGE!”

She tried to relax as best as she could but nothing could prepare her for that. It hurt in a good way. Just as she thought he'd rip a hole in her he stopped. Moving in the opposite direction just as slow. If not for that counter she surely would have fallen. Her legs as wide apart as she could get them with the flight suit still hugging to her ankles she felt like jelly.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder. Her tongue tracing over her lower lip. She then bit it softly muffling a moan. “Right now … I'm your slut …” gasping again as he filled her trembling body.

Whether it was a threat or not, the alien slugman did not bother with a response to the woman's concerns. Every second spent here was one less second spent completing her mission and one less second spent returning to Vespira. But, every second spent here was another second getting pounded by this creature's massive phallus.

"Hear it all the time," Gus says, "You ain't the first bitch I've tamed with this."

Gus did not waste time, focusing purely on thrusting his thick trunk into those clenching depths. The creature grunts as his cock pulsed and throbbed. It swelled with hot blood and pent up aggression. The counter creaked under the power and weight of his thrusts. He chuckled at Scorch's admission, his thrusts picking up the pace as he eagerly sought to give the woman the creampie of her life.

Scorch's hungry womb would soon have a feast as searing hot warmth filled the woman. The cock blasted another steamy thick load right into slave's core. His girth kept most of the cum trapped inside as the sheer amount stretched the woman's womb. Gus held himself inside for several moments before pulling out, letting the last few spurts splash upon Scorch's back and ass.

A heavy hand smacked that ass again as he slithered around the counter. He smeared his oozing tip all over the woman's face, using her as a rag as he grabbed a datapad. He had little care for his competitors and providing security footage of the people who came in was simple enough. Gus tossed the datapad onto the counter. "There, some names and faces," he grunts, "If there is nothing else, get out. Or do you want me to keep fucking you like the whore you are?"

Gus had no interest in holding what could be Vespira's property. Getting a nice fuck in was enough. The video footage she received would also reveal that their dealings were recorded as well. Perhaps he could sell copies to those who wanted to see a red haired bitch be fucked by him.

But at the cost of some time and dignity, Scorch could hopefully glean a lead from what was provided.

Clearly it wasn't the first time he heard that. It would be doubtful if it were the last. Her earlier words erased at the incredible feel of that member as it pressed into her warm clenching passage. She nearly screamed out. It hurt, feeling as if it would split her in half as he got moving in earnest.

The counter the only thing keeping her upright. She reached back to spread herself wider to little avail. Cries of both pleasure and pain rang out in her ears as he railed her. A hot throbbing poker deeply embedded itself within her. Her abdomen swelling with it's passage.

Through it all she felt that built up, the swelling accompanied by those thrusts indicating his arousal at the act of complete dominance. It was over quickly, thankfully. Though she had not focused on the mission. Simply this union. That gush marked his approval as she swelled further with his release.

She panted as she attempted to collect her wits. If anyone entered the shop she had not heard them. Nor had they stayed.

A gush of cum spilled down her thighs as he finally uncorked himself. Her ass pink where he slapped her Scorch was still cast over the counter only to feel that same girth slapped against her face as if he were attempting to rouse her. The datapad set down she could see the video files playing. A group of mix matched individuals, none of which she immediately recognized but she had been out of the game for a bit. But the one with the brand … she'd have to study it later as another file played when she attempted to expand that image. Purely by accident, she could see herself being taken.

It was not the first time she had been recorded. Nevertheless she found herself blushing.

It would have been a waist of time negotiating the recent recording. If anything it showed what she could take and perhaps that would be a good thing for Vespira. Advertising and all, though she kept out of those circles not caring about them enough.

“N-No. As tempting as that may be I'm pressed for time. This is good. Thank you.” With a bit of strain she pushed herself up right. Pulling up the flight suit she didn't bother to clean up outside of using the inside of her trench coat to wipe her face clean.

She thought it best not to get lost in her own canal desires. Departing Gus would have noticed the stiffness in her walk. Each step an agonizing reminder of what was done. Tossed out of the shop she would receive some wayward stares. She felt dirty, her flight suit sticking to her trapping the scent of sex around her like an invisible cloud.

Getting cleaned up again would waste even more time. Even if she was heading in that direction as she performed the walk of shame. Each step agonizing forcing her to lean where she could, using walls and attempting to avoid eye contact.

Unless stopped her next order of business was to get to the region that passed as a space port here. Questioning those there that might know more, where this vessel was heading, anything that could have been overheard or additional names. She was not certain that this was a large group though several showed up in Gus' vid. Not that it was her job to take out the pirates, merrily locate them and report back in after which she could return.

Scorch found herself distracted by Vespira's cock and had to shake her head. Even so soon after enacting the deed. Almost as if nothing else could compare and served only to tease and wet her appetite.