Raja The Zeltronian Force-User, Location: Plan B- Evil slaver maintenance closet
Mood: very aroused
Tag: Bubble, primarly
Raja was by now, breathing heavily.. she was not so far gone she was in danger of passing out or anything.. infact, perhaps the toxic-concotion she had consumed had covered her on that considerably.. all the better to keep her aware and horny.
Her imagination of things went a little delirious... at least, she was pretty sure of that, .. did mouse droids even have recording technology? But rubbing herself up against the pink-haired woman she didn't care as much right now.
She had a bit of a dopey smile at the idea of being taught and controlled.. she wanted it,.. her body was so warm and tingly when she thought about it.. although she still couldn't cum, making her just moan and writhe.. she must look as bad as Bubble now..
"Hamnn pleasee.." She moaned at Bubble, breathily. She needed to get fucked.. she'd even accept a little sex-slave training at this point.. perhaps Tris would be really into it?
Bubble meanwhile had the pleasure of bathing in the Zeltron's pheromones, with her failing to provide Raja with stimulation, she also had an urge to submit... to be melted and trained like a good sex-slut together with her purple-skinned lover.
When the barkeeper(?) entered, Raja's eyes were dillated, wandering over to him.. and, with only a bit of hesitation, down towards his bulge. Coming closer, the Zeltron smelled really nice, it made his cock throb in anticipation, he felt good and confident.. he's shown those sluts with his crafty drink, and now he could do as he pleased..
And whilest Raja stared at his bulge, licking her lips, but hesitating, the barkeeper felt a subtle desire to own Raja, as a prized posession.. property.
"Haah.." Raja exhaled, sweat glistening on purple skin as wetness glistened on her inner thigh.
"Ohmnn.. n.. need to..." She bit her lips and stared.. clearly, she was going to beg him to get fucked next.... whilest Raja was teethering.. her body was tingling all over, as she gritted her teeth, even whilest grinding against Bubble's nude, beautiful body. She wanted to get fucked so badly, but a deep, primal part of her enjoyed the sensation of her body being so helpless.. if she got fucked, it would end, right? She'd just choke the man and not be a proper slave melting for Tris and the mouse-droids (wait.. )
"Haah.. haah.. Frankly.. Bubble and.. aahmnn.. I here were uh.. wondering.. s.. so you make us horny but.. that's it then? Y.. you think you can make anyone a sex slave-like that?" She asked, somehow managing to sound both a bit condesencing and very horny in one sentence, before plunghing her tongue into Bubble's mouth for a long moment..
"Amnn... a big, strong man like you should be.. haaah.. b.. better than that at making two girls melt into haamnn.. pussy slaves, shouldn't he?" She moaned, closing her eyes and imagining it.. being trained and then hand-delivered to Tris, even whilest her pheromones riled up the barkeepers lustfully dominant and posessive streak.
"Haaah.. need to cum.. bu.. but so .. aaahmn. so what?" She added, withdrawing her mouth with a line of saliva connecting her lips to Bubble's, glistening briefly. It was so.. painful, hanging at the edge of orgasm, but so delicious too.. she wanted to be trained.. together with Bubble.. or as Bubble's slut. Tris' slut.. it didn't matter... would the man melt her more and make her a proper slave if she pretended on that she wasn't so horny she'd do anything, just like Bubble?
"I guess your methods did.. mnnnn.. work on her, sure, but humans are e...easy. oooh, s.. sorry.. err.. but.. aahmnn.. you aren't master enough and good enough to turn a real Zeltron into a sex-slave.. oooh." She murred out, her pheromones tingling at the edge of his desires. Even whilest her words challenged and derided him, her scent edged him on.. He could do it, he could make her into a proper, obediant slut like she deserved to be. Oddly, he didn't want to punish or hurt the Zeltron, even with those lustful, contempting eyes upon him.. no, he wanted those eyes filled with joy and subservience towards what was obviously a superior specimen like himself.
He took care of himself, he worked out, he got the girl-slaves he wanted.. he could afford to treat a sex-slave proper, discipline her as needed, pamper her.. But first, that defiance had to be gone, of course.
Raja mewled ever so softly, clearly enjoying the presence of the feminine body pressed up against her, as she thought... well, the Barkeeper had tricked her meanly, but she felt so hot, so helpless.. she could just imagine Tris coming in right now and plucking her, harvesting her like a ripe, delicious peach.. although perhaps she could ripen a little more, under the tending hands of her slave-gardener.. that idea made her legs spasm wantonly.. albeit still not cum.
"Haaah.. su.. suprised? I .. hmnn.. admit you're a quite a stud-looker, but that hmnn.. don't mean you can command me about.... " she declared her teeth almost chittering from the lust pulsing through her insistantly still.