Scorch decided to lash out and rebel against Kamar. Whether it was intentional or a loss of composure was unclear. "Seems you failed to obey my commands," Kamar said simply. His eyes were not looking at Scorch when he spoke though. Instead, he was looking at the Vulture at the woman's side.

"N-No... No no no!" The Vulture's eyes went wide as she shook her head and tried to plea for mercy only to scream in agony. The very collars that blessed her body with pleasure and bliss were also capable of wracking her entire being with endless pain and torment. She collapsed onto the floor, curling up into a twitching quivering ball.

Kamar waved his hand and the gladiatrix would yank Scorch back through the door and back into the corridor, the screams of her former comrade echoing. Any attempts to stop and change her mind were not recognized as the gladiatrix obeyed her Master's commands and led the prisoner back to the room she was tended to before.

Though the gladiatrix was not suffering, she was furious about what had happened. She proceeded to take matters into her own hands as she punched and kicked the helpless enslaved pirate, beating her again and again. The next shift of women took over some time after. The other Vulture who was with Kamar earlier glared at her former comrade. "How could you do that to her?! She trusted you!" Not only did Scorch's rebellion harm those she cared for, they now saw Scorch as the cause and reason behind it all.

The beatings continued until Scorch lost consciousness and woke the next day. The Vultures no longer sought to send messages to Scorch anymore. The woman that was punished eventually would arrive with a glowing whip in hand as the gladiatrixes sat the redhead up. The Vulture clutched the whip tight as she stared down at Scorch. Each crack of that energy whip would cause pain without breaking the skin while the collar would award the once suffering woman with pleasure for satisfying her revenge.

Scorch was truly alone now. She was spared the sensual torments and was now suffering in pain and agony. Any attempts to beg to see Kamar fell on deaf ears. Neither Vulture could accept their former comrades word anymore.

(Just a small amendment to my prior post. Scorch couldn't have crawled there with her hands bound)


“NO!!! STOP IT!!!” What orders the Iron Vulture had received eluded her in the moment. She could have guessed though. Guessed that she was suppose to be prepared. In anger and fear she attempted to conjure heat to her hands but failed lacking the concentration in doing so. Nor had there been enough time as she was yanked from the chamber.

A vicious right hook to her body caught her off guard. The air driven from from her as she falls back into the wall only for that blow to b followed up by a kick. The first of many blows came upon her. What lingering drugs in her system hardly diluted the explosive pain that radiated from every pore of her body. Fists and feet beat her, cracked ribs making each movement pure agony.

Breathing was labored Scorch eventually deposited in her cell. Tears spilling down her face. Each movement made her wish for the embrace of death. Just as those collars rewarded the slaves her own programming fueled her. Deming that all the pain was worth it for Vespira.

Though now she was a pariah. Barely responding when checked on. Messages were cut off. She would get no help here not that she had counted on it. Her only ally was probably deactivated on her ship.

Already on the outs with the others she couldn't make matters worse for herself. She simply raised her brow when she was questioned. Her neck and shoulder flaring up in pain as she brought attention that she was bond. She experienced those collars. Calling attention to the fact that it was Kamar that did that wouldn't have mattered. Instead of punishing the source.

Rather than attempt to answer she took the added abuse. She hurt too much to consider. Hurt too much to really reflect. Couple that with the fierce withdrawals it was all she could do to keep from begging for forgiveness or having the others take her to Kamar again. Most of her time was spent in agony. Crying out. Unable to satisfy herself giving those restraints being behind her.

Scorch tried to get her arms out in front of her but each movement sent shards of pain through her. She gave up in short order. Only able to rub her thighs together in her restlessness and even that act caused excruciating pain. In her state chances were high she wasn't going to be sold off anytime soon.

Not until made presentable. And of course the arrival of the other slave indicated that that wasn't going to happen until she was finished. It took a moment to see the energy whip. As much as she wanted to apologize as her temper took over in that moment she refrained from doing so. She didn't want to come across as doing so in an attempt to avoid punishment. Rather she did the opposite as she was set into position.

“I forgive you.” More of an acceptance that this was going to happen and that she held no ill will for it. She had been wrong and suffered at the hands of the lash. Even during brakes her body burned given the damage she had already sustained. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Everything did. She cried out in pain until she was horse. Tears spilling down her cheeks.

Her pain reinforcing the other woman's pleasure the lashing continued. She tried not to call for a cessation but probably had. Blacking out at some point.

Only once she was cast back in her cell did the healing begin. No marks from the whip but the agony was only matched by the withdrawal symptoms. Bruising from the punches and kicks would fade in about a week without any sort of treatment. The ribs would normally take weeks.

Coherency came and went. She wasn't in the state to go anywhere nor did she expect the others to do so unless commands came from Kamar. She must have begged for release at some point. Release from the pain? For sex? Each battled against the other. If she had she was ignored anyway.

Until or unless Kamar had need of her or someone arrived she was stuck her. She wasn't even in a state to contemplate matters much. Only wishing for the torment to stop.

((No worries ^.^))

Being forgiven only enraged the woman further. But there was little that could be done about it now. The punishments came. The women were all trained and knew to show enough restraint to avoid permanently damaging or killing their prisoner. The pain felt endless. It was unknown when Scorch broke and begged to free of this whether it was ending the pain or begging to fuck the alien creature she refused before. But the women only giggled and enjoyed themselves as they punished the helpless woman again and again and again.

Kamar used this implied betrayal by Scorch to further reinforce that serving him was pleasure and punishing the redhead was bliss. The Vultures were practically dripping with excitement when it came to their turns with the whip. Whatever the girls knew of Scorch they provided as they were rewarded with more bliss and attention.

But, Scorch's turn for pleasure never seem to come. She was barely fed from their already rationed foodstores. It became difficult to track time as unconsciousness came and went depending on how bad the pain and beatings were. Was this it for her? Was she doomed to be beaten like this until she could take it no more? What was worse... Being beaten and tortured to death or finally being called to Kamar's chambers for a second chance? Would she throw herself down at his feet and gorge herself on that disgusting cock in hopes of never experiencing this pain again? She clung to hope that the message reached Vespira or Mercer. Someone would come rescue her right? Or was she just expendable, disposable?

In her weakest state, Scorch would barely rouse from the ship rumbling and shaking some. Alarms were sounding but they sounded so far away as consciousness faded in and out. With no one on her side, she was left completely in the dark on how long she had been on this ship or what Kamar was doing. Had they moved to a new location? Did he decide to seek out Mercer or did Mercer or Vespira come to him?

Mercer had no reason to satisfy these questions with answers if they were ever asked. He had received the message from 92 with the location of Kamar's ship. He knew that the gladiatrix women with him were without a living legal owner. 92 also informed him that Scorch had intended to send a message to Vespira instead of him.

Getting closer to the asteroid field made it easier to pinpoint the tracker in Scorch's collar. It was trivial to prepare an ambush and disable the ship and retrieve Scorch's own vessel. He would find the stolen cargo as well as some of it in use as collars on the woman on board the pirate ship. He would find Scorch in her battered and beaten state.

What Mercer did would be up to his decisions. Would he try and take them all prisoner? The women would no doubt be worth something including the two members of the Iron Vultures. Scorch would be taken to the medical bay to be tended to. Hypnotic lights and music would play like it did on her ship while soft words about serving Mercer played again and again.

Should Mercer thank Scorch for sending him the message to mess with her head further? Would she remember that she ordered 92 to send the message to Vespira instead? Would she agree with what Mercer said in hopes of earning his praise, attention, and that addicting drug? Or would she come clean about her intentions in hopes of earning the same regardless? Whatever the case, Scorch was saved by Mercer and was shown the difference being under him was compared to Kamar.

Meanwhile, Vespira was merely continuing with her own matters. Would she be pleased to hear that her belongings would soon be returned to her? Did she have a reward in mind for whoever succeeded in this task?

Her existence was pain. Contrary to what she had believed the beatings continued. After all Kamar didn't seem to be in a rush to leave the area so her immediate sale was put off. Maybe she had hoped too much that greed and selling her back to Mercer was in the cards. But he would have his punishments carried out then turn her over to Mercer thinking that he would punish his escaped slave.

As time passed she began believing that Kamar hadn't been fooled at all and had been simply playing along. That she wasn't going anywhere any time soon and thus the beatings continued. Withdrawals were just as bad. Her mind was mush by that stage.

Moments of consciousness would have been spent howling out had it not been for the anguish that that even brought to her due to her broken ribs. Even getting down enough liquid to sustain herself hurt. Eating solid foods was too challenging and the rare times she got anything down the food was of the consistency of mush. Sauces, gruel and other things that didn't require chewing.

The cycle lost all meaning. Blurring together. Hardly aware of the others unless they were feeding, cleaning or punishing her in some form. The repeated use of that whip made her skin feel as if it had been flayed yet it left no mark. Those came in the form of bruising from repeated strikes.

At some point alerts went off. Her head screaming for someone to turn them off giving the intense headache that had become a constant. Drifting in and out Scorch had no idea what was going on. She hadn't even realized that she was completely alone.

This had been too much for her. She just wanted it to stop one way or another.

She barely managed to turn her head as the door opened. At least the alarms ended. It ached but she grinned seeing a familiar sight.

“What took you … Master....”

At this stage she couldn't recall how she got to this point. Only that she was on an assignment. Help was coming or that was the only sliver of hope she had managed to hold onto. There were many points were she believed she was simply disposable. Many times she had surrendered to the fact that no one was coming only for her thoughts to latch on to the opposite. It was sheer agony making small movements and even breathing.

Since those beatings entailed pleasure to those giving them they were frequent. Darkness claimed her.

Mercer was ambitious. No doubt he would recoup any expenses he had. Though of course he would return the stolen goods. A shame to loose the collars but that was a small price to receive Vespira's favor. The gladiatrixes would be put to use. Unlike Kamar he had his own retinue and facilities to make use of all their talents. The other slaves had less immediate value. Sex work of course but he had no clubs focusing more on shady dealings and of course the arena. Personal toys? No. Oh, he'd try them out to see if either had any potential. Vespira had clubs and could make use of sex workers so most likely he would offer up the pair as gifts.

And of course there was Kamar. A prize he'd be returning with for Vespira to deal with.

Scorch would wake at some point. The illumination increasing as signs in her vitals revealed consciousness. Advanced medical treatment had done marvels. She still ached in places. Her ribs caused great discomfort but at least were not as agonizing.

Sitting up it took a moment for her to recognize where she was. Instinctively reaching to her neck Scorch felt the collar. Her head wasn't buzzing as much indicating that the collar was refilled. While that helped with the withdrawal symptoms she was still swimming in arousal. Nipples and clit were still and she was still drenched below. Only now had she realized that her bindings had been removed. As much as she wanted to dig her fingers into herself she fought back the desire.

Subliminal messages enforced in her mind the need to serve. It was best to figure out just went on. Lots towards the end was a jumbled mess. Most of what she had endured with Kamar was choppy. She had more clarity before the vessel and at the beginning. She recalled having 92 and a message out. To whom? Vespira? It was her stuff. But did she send it to Mercer? He showed up. Was it under orders? Right now she was more concerned with learning if the goods or Kamar had been retrieved. She'd hate for it all to be for naught.

Using the AI of Mercer's stately vessel she sought him out. Her movements slower than normal on account of her ribs but she was making good progress. Certainly better than after Gus had his way with her. With enough time modern medicine could mend broken bones. If permitted she'd undergo a full treatment but first things first she sought out Mercer in hope of discovering what had happened.

Before worry about any reward Vespira may or may not impart she had to learn if they were successful or not. She didn't expect a reward. Nor learning much. Her head must have still been scrambled. Thoughts intruded about the lupine finding her. In such a state she would have been happy for anyone. As a cruel twist of fate it just happened to be the person she was so conflicted about. And yet after resting a bit she found it oddly comforting that he would come.

Oh God, cum ...

Silently she entered the chamber the computer directed her to. Ensuring that she was not interrupting anything important first. She would wait with her head bowed if he was busy. Until called upon. Otherwise she would make her presence known.

“Master? How may I serve you?”

Memories were an unclear mush. The aches and pains were a reminder of the suffering Scorch experienced on Kamar's ship. The familiar hum and feel of Mercer's ship brought forth a sense of security. Here, back in her Master's clutches, she was safe. Touching the collar not only reassured her but also fed her a dose of that drug, bringing forth euphoria to make her forget her pains.

The enslaved space pirate was still in recovery for her injuries. But, she could not resist getting up and heading out to seek Mercer. Did Destiny even notice she was naked besides the collar as she stepped out into the corridors of the ship? Any guards or crew Scorch walked past would see her aroused form in all its glory. Nipples and clitoris were swollen and erect. Juices glistened those netherlips and her inner thighs. Was she even feeling any embarassment like she did back on Hadante?

Mercer was in his chambers. The doors hissed open for Scorch. The word 'cum' was certainly an apt description of what she saw. The stench of sex greeted her as a warm haze washing over her. Throughout the room, the captured women were twitching and groaning weakly. Even the fit and trained gladiatrixes were left completely depleted. Cum oozed out of their sex and ass. Cum bubbled up from their gaping mouths and throats. Some had swollen bellies and wombs as dull eyes fluttered. The only woman still conscious was one of the Iron Vultures. Her tongue was hanging out as she was being held by the wrists as Mercer jammed his knot into her tight ass. She may have been conscious but coherence seemed to be long gone.

The alien lupine male was naked like the others. His hips ground against the woman's ass while his balls slap against the woman's thighs. He grunted and growled with beastial desires, reminding Scorch that this man was indeed a beast.

The women were still collared. It was unknown if they were still stimulating their minds. Were the collars re-keyed to him? Was he informed how to do so? Whatever the case, it did not seem like Mercer was in a bad mood. He seemed rather pleased with fucking these lovely prizes. Chances were, he had managed to retrieve the missing cargo. Kamar probably did not even have time to consider destroying the cargo and he probably would be unwilling to do so no matter the danger.

For several moments, Scorch was left with only the sounds of Mercer's fucking her former comrade and friend as she stood on one of the clean spots of floor and kept her head lowered. The Vulture screamed as she came again, cum and juices coming out of her cunt while Mercer roared out his own orgasm. That already swollen belly became more so as the woman's cries soon became gurgles as the excess came out of her mouth and throat.

Hips continued to ground that ass as Mercer finally spoke. "Serve me? With those injuries?" he growled softly, "You should be resting. But if you cannot resist coming to me, you must be eager for something."

The collar fed Scorch another dose of the drug, further associating seeing and being with Mercer with pleasure and relief. Mercer seemed to be in a good mood. The mission was probably successful. Asking questions as his slave may be seen as overstepping her bounds. But if there was something she wanted to know, she could always risk asking.

The Vulture eventually fell to the floor to join the others. Mercer took deep breaths, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as his cock pulsed and twitched. Despite this alien being's shady dealings, he was still a wolf-like creature with the physique of a predator.

Scorch had not been focused enough to bother clothing herself. Her mind having been distracted for however long. Besides the guards had seen her in a worse state. No one stopped her along her journey. The safety of the vessel reassuring. She had greater confidence that she wouldn't be stopped. The guards tended to ignore her unless Mercer offered her as a reward which he rarely did. It was all part of her collar, the drugs meant to keep her aroused without letting her cum unless Mercer allowed it. So to be safe they kept away. Even when she was practically throwing herself at them for relief those that did give in offered up their pricks to be sucked leaving her to stew in need.

One had even learned that he could eat her out while those drugs were in effect. As much as she wanted to she was unable to cum. Not unless their counter agent was used. He had not shared his findings only to have time with her. While she could not cum she could feel pleasure and that was better than just delivering it, right?

Mercer let her cum. He was her only salvation and Scorch learned not to disappoint him. Most of the time enduring her needs until she couldn't take it any more. It was all part of the fun he had. Both a positive and negative. She resented the torment yet when released from it it felt so divine. She hated him. She loved him. Nothing was worse for the former pirate. As much as she wished to spurn him she just couldn't. Mercer was the key to her salvation.

As she entered the chamber she found it in ruin. As expected though fire burned through her. Anger radiated out of her. Not jealousy. She couldn't care less at the number of slaves Mercer took to his bed. But these were people that nearly killed her. Tormented her for days. Yet they received bliss while she was left suffering with a need that had been neglected for so long.

The new infusion of drugs helped as much as an appetizer helped a starving man. She craved more. Wanted more. And yet she waited. Feeling every ache as minor as most of them were now. Hands clenched into fists with her nails biting into her palms. Scorch waited until Mercer had finished with the last slave.

She did not know if the collars were keyed to him or not. Nor did that matter. She bit back the anger as she was addressed. Her head came up. Eyes wet with unspilled tears. The drugs had her so emotional. And of course needy. Though with the thick aroma in the air she had wondered if Mercer noticed her own. Of course her arousal was clearly evident even if he couldn't.

Yes. Resting sounded good. But for days now there was another agony that medical could not treat.

She nodded, grimacing as she experienced pain flare up briefly. From the trophies here it was clear that he caught up with Kamar. But what had happened to the upstart? Dead? Captured?

“Is Kamar -” she trailed off. Cheeks rupturing in a blush she glanced towards one of the slaves on the floor then back. “I need … if you can …” She was flustered. It was a good thing he was in a good mood. It ate at her as the words caught in her throat. She stared at the floor her fists tightened. Her eyes squeezed tightly then she continued looking back up at him. Probably humouring him more.

“Make love to me ...” She regretted the words that passed her lips. Dreading the fact that he could imprint on her in the moment as that need was finally sated. Of course he could deny her too and build up that craving even more.

With shattered ribs she couldn't handle much. Need had brought her here in that remote possibility that she could get some relief. This was another thing he could lord over her later. She then glanced away to an adjoining door leading out of this place.

From the looks of things the six present did not have the stamina to keep up. Scorch knew from prior experience she couldn't. If not so injured she probably couldn't accomplish the task when half a dozen others failed to do so.

She did not know if she had amused him, would be sent back to medical until her ribs were completely fixed or if he would take her up on the request. She remained where she was near the door a bundle of sensations wracking through her drugged mind.

Mercer laughed at the request. "Make love to you?" he chortled, "That would require us to be lovers. Do you love me? Do you love your Master? Or are you just a greedy slut who can't wait any longer?" The word 'slut' would feed Scorch another dose of that mind melting drug. Demolishing this woman's pride brought untold joy to Mercer. He would force this woman to admit to him and herself that she was a slut before fucking her.

But this time, Scorch was hoping for something gentler, more emotional. Did she misspeak or was she seeing this evil monster in a different light after all the time she spent serving him and being rescued from Kamar? Regardless, Mercer would need something more than a few words to convince him of this change of heart. Still, he would have the collar reward her if she kept saying that she loved her Master.

Of course, if Destiny decided to admit being a slut instead, Mercer would happily scratch that yearning itch that had been torturing her for days. But if she loved him, would that means she would get more of his attention over these other six women onboard? Is that what she wanted? To be his sole focus?

Mercer was amused but he was not going to wait for Scorch. He rose to his feet, his cock still standing semi-erect with his sweaty balls hanging below. If he was not satisfied with Scorch's answer, she would be turned away as he goes to clean up. But if she could satisfy him or at least prove her desperate words to be true, he may show this slutty slave what true bliss was.

She winced at her own words. Did she just say that? Drugs played with her mind. Loosing up inhibitions while stroking those flames within her core.

Why was he laughing? In such a state she was confused, her focus not there. Her aim was not to be exclusive with him. She wanted that itch scratched. Needed more attention. With her ribs in such a state she wanted something easier, something that wouldn't aggregate old wounds.

Grimacing at the word slut she felt the flow of the drug course through her. Could she overdose? From one extreme to another Scorch nearly buckled over. Biting her lower lip she whimpered softly.

She was confused. Angered. Aroused. In anguish. Relief being so close yet so far. Eyes following that cock as Mercer rose to his impressive height. Swallowing hard.

It wasn't fair that those that tortured her for so long got to experience bliss while she continued to suffer.

Despite the door being right there her eyes darted around for an exit. She felt small in that moment. Emotions crushing her. The spell broken but that need. That need yearned to be fed. The moment of clarity was brief. She mumbled a response than again this time louder.

It felt as if a sledge hammer smashed into her ribs as she spoke. The grimace of pain wasn't missed at all.

“Master … please … it's been …” she stammered as she attempted to cut through all that haze. “Both Master. Both! I love being your slut ...” Another grimace with the increased volume. Her head swimming with need. Her body barely able to stand. Her heart sped up not knowing what was going to happen.

Had she actual said that? It was as if she were a passenger in her own body. While the brief spell was snapped there were other issues going on with her. Other conditioning. A draw to serve and love serving her Master. And if he called her a slut? That still burned somewhere inside her and yet felt so good any time he said it.

With others it often wasn't by choice. Thus the word irritated her more. With Mercer it was a mixed bag. Both hating and loving it. Scorch was so conflicted. Wanting to hate. Wanting to spurn him. Yet feeling the opposite at times and knowing that he held the key to her pleasure trapping her in this abysmal state.

The large wolfman approached instead of dismissing the kneeling woman. If there was any danger from the drugs, Scorch had yet to reach that point. The last thing Mercer wanted was to permanently damage Vespira's gift to him. Every time Scorch called him Master, she felt pleasure and euphoria. When she called herself a slut, she earned even more of that delicious stimulation.

Mercer stood before Scorch, his cock rousing and growing to full mast at the sight of this broken woman. He rumbled a pleased growl. "Prove it," he stated, "Prove that you are my lovely slut. Tell your Master why you love being my slutty slave. Tell me how much you love me."

If Scorch decided to start with oral, Mercer would gently stroke that long mane of red hair. She would smell and taste the sex and sweat of this beast. It certainly was not making her retch like Kamar did. He would steadily reward his pet with the drug depending on her actions and answers. He would not force her head to move, merely petting the woman as she worked. He would not risk irritating those existing injuries.

The alien male's cock would rouse and harden more as things progressed. Mercer rumbled out soft growls as precum oozed from his tip. He would reach down to gently lift the woman and carry her to his bed. His lips smothered over Scorch's own, his large rough tongue pushing into the woman's mouth and throat in a deep kiss. He layed her onto the soft cushions. His hand slid over those breasts, cupping and squeezing them as he kissed her again.

"Mm... Where does my slut want it?" He growled softly into Scorch's ear. He licked her neck and moved to nibble and lick one of those breasts. His hand slid down the woman's stomach and pinched that clit before rubbing slow circles. His cock throbbed and twitch, dripping hot precum on that sexy body as he waited for her answer.

Mercer neared. His mere presence causing her to quake. She could reach out and touch him. Pleased that she hadn't been dismissed his words caused her to simmer down some. What anger flared up was gone. Her eyes on that prize.

Even before she descended to her knees a pugnant aroma mixing his own scent along with the juices of all the slaves in the room. Where Kamar's scent was repulsive this had the opposite effect. It was pleasant associated with pleasure. If only she did a good enough job.

It had not even entered her mind that he had not answered about Kamar. But honestly was there a question she unleashed? No, she supposed not.

“Yes, Master. Let your slut prove her worth.” A chill swept through her. Clashing with that heat she felt. It felt so good. Almost causing her to rupture right then and there but something relaxed her pleasure sense just as bliss was about to storm over hr.

Had she not been so prideful she may have used those keywords more often. Ultimately they would only stir her up more since she couldn't be set free from them but for a moment in time things paused. She felt euphoric and then reality took over where she felt the lack of release.

One hand grasped the base of that shaft lightly. Movements working up and down his length. Her other hand cradled his balls. Fingers sweeping over his sack just as lightly though minus the usual heat she could generate. She was too unfocused for such at the moment.

Leaning in she made a slow lick along the head of that glistening tip. “Delicious Master. None of the others lasted long enough to clean you up?” As if that were a sin she began slow movements. Most of her aches came from her chest. She was slower than usual on account of this but he did not press her to go faster. She still used the same zeal. Lips tight around him. Pausing every so often to massage his member with her tongue as her hand worked over that shaft.

“I love my Master's taste. Love the freedom my Master allows me. Love your kindness. What you did for my sister.” Each statement coming after a lengthy lick. Mercer did more damage to her psyche with his gentler approach this time around. Further imprinting her service to him as sheer pleasure.

Drawn from him she shortly after she tasted some of his pre she was disappointed. Afraid that she did a bad job, confused that he didn't want to cum she was further surprised when he picked her up. That kiss. Days of weariness and abuse melted away as he carried her to his bed chamber.

Rarely had any slave been taken here. Scorch had been of the belief that the other chamber, and the few other locales on the ship were far easier to clean. That and the thick scent of sex when he held audiences reminded guests of the command he held.

Swimming in a sea of bliss her heart sped up even faster. Was this the first time she was here? Did it matter? She displayed a smile on her lips. Her head still trying to make sense of things.

Words sent a chill down her spine. Was this real? Was her anguish about to come to a close at least for a few hours?

“Oh God ...” she purred. Feeling his tongue extinguish those flames. The attention he lavished to her breast. Those nibbles. Her chest hurt with his touch but it was a dull ache buried beneath the tsunami of bliss she felt.

And when he touched her love button! She would have exploded if not for those drugs. Toes curled, legs open up like the petals of a flower. One hand reaching towards him cradling his head pulling herself up to consume his mouth. It was always awkward given their physical differences but she didn't care. Her other hand lightly rested on that cock. Her thighs already smeared with pre-cum. Her thumb traced over his tip.

“I want to feel you inside me Master. In my pussy. I want your cum.” She frown a little. “I don't think I will last long Master.” And that look she gave reflected her saddened state. Still she was eager. His needy slut so much so that for the first time he did not need to impale her to set her off.

For days she yearned for release. Just the act of lining himself up would unleash those floodgates that had been backed up for so long. As intense as the experience was her body yearned for more even if her mind exploded. Surrendering to that storm of pleasure. Barely coherent Scorch's smile grows in sheer relief as that need is fed. Her hands moving to take hold of his lips as her legs curl around his back.

“Please fill you slut up Master.” Her orgasm long and ongoing. Lots of tension released in that moment. Somewhere in the back of her mind she's screaming out. Trying to defy this monster.

No, no, no, no, no!

But that voice grows meeker. Her body screaming the reverse.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Her body molded to him. Craved out to perfectly sheath him inside. Legs locked above his ass squeeze him as hard as her hungry pussy. One spot that had not been thoroughly abused with her recent captivity.

"Perhaps," Mercer chuckled at the mention of the other women , "Or maybe I was waiting for an eager and yearning tongue to wash it off."

In bed, Scorch was more than eager to embrace this monster who has claimed her and broken her down her defenses over the past few weeks and months. Her hand felt that hot cock pulsing in her hand. This was not the first time Mercer had fucked her nor would it be the last. Calling him Master. Calling herself slut. Loving him. Yearning for him. It all felt so mind-numbingly euphoric.

The woman could not wait, guiding that cock into herself as Mercer felt those familiar velvet walls yield to him. Despite the injuries, Scorch wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in closer and deeper. The cock seared along those shuddering depths. The drugs were the only thing keeping the woman from bursting right then and there.

Mercer's thrusts were long, slow, and deep. He would not risk harming the already injured woman. Each thrust made Scorch feel his size and girth molding her back to a more familiar shape. Each thrust caused the wolfman's knot to prod the already tight passage until that yielded and allowed him to enter entirely. Beastial growls showed Scorch with hot breaths as hips rut against the enslaved woman. His cock ground against that g-spot over and over while the tip kissed her cervix and womb.

Claws dragged along soft skin, cupping and groping those tits while he forced another kiss on the woman. Hips churned faster as that cock swelled and shuddering against the tight vice of soft velvet depths. "Get ready, slut," Mercer grunts, "I'm filling you up. Scream... Let the whole ship know who you love and need more than anything."

When Scorch obeyed, Mercer would roar as he erupted inside the woman. His steamy hot cum would unleash within her, filling that trembling passage and hungry womb. Hips kept grounding threw his orgasm as he held her tight. He would allow the collar to release the drug that would allow the desperate woman to finally climax. All that tension, need, and insanity would join his orgasm in this soul shattering event.

The beastman held himself inside the woman. His knot prevented the cum from escaping as it filled that womb and then some. He growled pleasured shuddering breaths as he leaned in to kiss the hopeless woman. Hands would lift those breasts up so he could taste and suck on them as he rode out their shared orgasm together.

His comments rocked her with glee. He was waiting? Even if that had not been the case and the others simply hadn't endured to perform the task Scorch giggled.

“Then let's rectify that.” And she got to work.

As she laid their upon those silk sheets she had wondered why she had been fighting this for so long when it felt so incredible. With each piece of her that died more pleasure was bestowed to her. She felt degrees of shame then but for the love of it couldn't recall why.

Master made her feel good. Serving made her feel good. All the pain she felt was in service. Why hadn't she figured it out before. Master further imprinted upon her with the slow taking of her mind and body. Scorch processed it all amid that euphoric high.

Aches were ignored and hardly felt. She was so entwined in the moment that her focus was elsewhere. They kissed. And when finally Master took her it was with a patient lust.

Fingers ran through the fur at his shoulders. Molding herself around her she arched back. “I love your cock Master.” Her voice more musical. Filled with passion as he sculpted her out.

“YES MASTER! CUM! FILL UP YOUR SLUT!”” Again her ribs ached but she didn't care. A litany of cries braking free from her hips.

That edge so strong. So close and then she felt him. His favor shooting inside her tender body. And then. Oh God. Then she felt the counter agent. Her orgasm immediate. Legs tightened, toes curled and eyes rolled back in her head.

For the mission she had been drug free until her thoughts roamed to Mercer. But nothing prior compared. She was offered up a drink after crossing a desert and she drank deeply. His cock and pleasure entwining. Drugs, and brainwashing forming the perfect mix.

Had anyone been near and coherent enough there would be no doubting the pleasure that had washed through her at that moment. Mercer took her lips again. Hands roaming over her breasts as he drank from her lips. Her own body trembling as she found herself fading against those strong currents. She was drowning. And still her hands moved. Her tongue sweeping over his own though her hold with her legs slackened until her legs rest ed either side of his hips.

It had been so long. Final she reaped the rewards that Master's dick offered. Until the last moment her body worked to serve. Her hips gyrated slowly. Her belly swollen with his rod and cum the events of the last few days catching up to her again as she slipped off into unconsciousness. Mumbling even as she did so.

“Sorry … Master ...”

The sexy redhead twitched and shuddered in the alien monster's grasp. Mercer felt every tremor and aftershock rippling through his slave's body. He could feel her try and keep going, wishing to gorge herself on this cornicopia of pleasures. But, she could not last. Limbs trembled and fell limp as she barely mustered an apology as if she considered this a failure.

Mercer kept himself sheathed inside her body for several moments before pulling out. Guards and other slaves were called in to retrieve the other women and clean the other room while Scorch was taken back to the medbay for now. There, she would continue to be treated while the hypnotic brainwashing continued as before. Mercer was pleased with how things have progressed. Knowing that it was Scorch's sister that had provided these tools to further train only made it all the more amusing.

Only time would tell how far Scorch would fall. Few things were more satisfying to see than the once rebellious space pirate debase herself all in hopes of being filled with her Master's cock. For now, Mercer had work to do. He contacted Vespira only to be received by Serena. He would inform her that culprit behind the stolen cargo had been captured. He requested a rendevous with Vespira as soon as possible. Should he also mention the enslaved gladiatrix women and the two members of Scorch's former pirate group? He would need to decide what to do with them.

Scorch would eventually wake up later that evening. The soft music and soft mantras would fade as would the colorful hypnotic lights. No longer saturated with drugs, what did she remember from before? Did she remember what she said, what she did? Did she need to go see Mercer again? Once Mercer's call with Serena ended, he would relax and work on a datapad as he waited. It would take a few days to reach Vespira's cruiser. Then he could present his victory and show off how much Scorch had improved as a slave.

The drugs being neutralized Scorch felt that wonderful bliss. The storm continued to rage as if making up for the days of denial. Again and again she was bombarded with release now that the drugs no longer hinder her. That cock would feel the aftermath. Working as if on it's own as it folded around him. Squeezing tightly. It was as if a hand was working him over.

Moments passed and he slipped out of her. Scorch moaning out as he did so. On a subconscious level she felt that emptiness. But he had granted that sweet reward bathing her in climax even now.

Returned to medbay her dreams were rather pleasant. Words strengthen those ties to serve and obey. Dreams zeroed in on Mercer, serving to his whims. Cleaning up after the other slaves, being ridden. Riding. So many dreams all ending in sweet bliss. Had she been conscious she would have been incoherent long ago. As if were she felt the full weight from this storm. Her body resetting itself as it was repaired in body and mind, well outside of that insidious messaging.

By the time she woke Scorch could breath freely. Even move. No aches! No withdrawal either. Her last orgasm fading at some point during her recovery. For some reason she felt pleased.

Sitting up she tried to recount the last few hours. Kamar's vessel being a blur. Intense pain was the takeaway there. She remembered leaving here. She began recollecting small pieces of recent events. What had she said? Master was so passionate.

Feeling a bit giddy she was rewarded with a bit of bliss from her collar. Wondering why she kept fighting and submission felt so good. Hell, when had it stopped bothering her that he called her a slut? She reflected on that. She was his slut so she embraced it when it came from his lips.

Merely just aroused due to her own reflections and the reward she received Scorch was more focused. This time dressing in the skimpy attire left for her along with the heels.

As much as she wished to see what Master was up to Scorch refrained for now. Not wishing to be a haunt. There were typical duties she took on. If allowed she would take an inventory of recovered goods. Deciphering what was Vespira's and what was plunder. Then arranging the take so it was easy to find. Making a note on her datapad. Wait, this wasn't her own? Oh yeah. The rat guy. She dismissed thought of the incident in the wake of what Master accomplished. Maybe she'd chance upon him again at some point when Master was indisposed but she didn't think much more about it.

Her weapon was absent. She only had use of it on assignments anyway and only then it was on her vessel. Mercer rarely sent her out armed and only then if he suspected that there might be trouble.

Eventually she would seek him out under the pretense of bringing him some of his favorite dishes. Joining the staff that brought forth such items. The dinning hall had rarely been used in the absence of guests Mercer was entertaining.

She couldn't help but consider the night before. Rewarded again and again her arousal levels peaked throughout the day as her thoughts went back to Master.

Mercer in the interim attempted to contact Vespira but got Serena instead. Seeing that Vespira didn't deal with the arena as far as he knew there was no mention of the gladiatrixes. He would get more use out of them. But the Vultures would be presented as gifts. On second thought he would mention the gladiatrixes only because they had those collars. It nearly slipped his mind. Vespira may want those back. He'd ask if he could keep the slaves. Yes, that made more sense.

Her goods would be returned while he'd keep anything else Kamar managed to get his hands on. Of course there were the prisoners too. He'd let her have the honor of dealing with Kamar and his people. With that message sent he had a course set in before turning his attention elsewhere.

With no orders waiting for her upon waking Scorch delayed in seeing her Master. Not that she didn't want to rush to his side. It was unlikely he would reward her again so soon. As it was it was a pleasure to serve. Going about other tasks first.

Color coding the information she stored on the datapad she went with the others serving the meal appropriate to the time. Scorch hadn't bothered figuring out the hour and wouldn't have an idea until those trays were uncovered.

“I hope you are famished Master,” she announced when the time was appropriate and he wasn't engaged in whatever activity had his attention at the moment. She was beaming. Even clear headed (mostly) if she recalled anything from their latest encounter it wasn't apparent. She appeared a bit more eager to serve than usual, however. The datapad with her recent exploits rested on one of the trays freeing up her hands to bring forth the food. Placing it along side the other trays laid out she took it up then powered it on waiting to be addressed first before presenting him with her exploits.

Far from experienced in such things like her sister Scorch did make a few notes as to worlds that had a high demand for a particular item as far as she recalled from her travels. Most had no notations and only those items she dealt with in her days as a pirate were mentioned.

Scorch's mind was now justifying this path of servitude and submission. Thinking of Master felt so good. Calling herself slut seemed to not bother her anymore. Calling herself Master's slut made her feel even better. She did not forget to dress herself this time, putting on skimpy attire that only further solidified what she was in her and everyone else's mind.

Every step through the ship made the woman's breasts bounce and sway in her tight fitting top. Swaying those hips caused the miniskirt to rise, giving flashes of her sexy ass. She would feel the breeze caressing her thighs and bare skin, reminding her how exposed and vulnerable she was. Scorch earned more than a few looks from guards, crew, and other slaves. The cargo hold had some lupine guards along with workers of other races and species. She was not allowed any direct contact with the cargo, especially what belonged to Vespira. But, she was allowed to stand with a datapad and log things yelled in her direction.

There were more than a few occasions where she felt a hand grope and squeeze a breast or her tight ass. But unless prompted, things would not progress further than that teasing.

Besides the cargo, the slaves would be noted. Even if Mercer wanted to keep any of them, he would most likely need to present them to Vespira so the collars could be removed. Sending Scorch to deliver meals was of little consequence and none really doubt the woman's attention. Given a reason to seek out Mercer, she would reach his chambers where he was sitting at a console. There were no other slaves tending to his needs at the moment.

Scorch was focused on more clerical and service needs for Mercer. If she proved herself useful at his side, would that lead to him keeping her closer and not sending her off on dangerous missions?

Mercer looked at the trays presented before him along with the datapad that had been taken up and held at the ready. His hand squeezed the woman's ass as she leaned in to set everything up at the table. "I can eat," he replied, "And you? Are you starving or are you eager for another reason?" He would let Scorch recite what she gathered as he scarfed down the food before him.

"And what is this?" Mercer asked after Destiny finished speaking, "You never showed interest in my work before." His voice did not show any pleasure or displeasure either way. He was more curious in these changes in the woman's behavior.