Futanari Freighter Pt. 07

Futanari Freighter - Part 7

The stay at Gonzales Station was proving to be longer than anticipated. It seemed The Tangerine was riddled with faults, many of an inexpiable nature, yet no new faults had occurred since the ship had docked with the station.

While the crew was enjoying the stay as much as possible - indeed, there had been an incident where several of the crew were caught by station personnel fornicating with local Zamaar and human personnel in places that weren't ostensibly private but didn't get much traffic. A storage room, plenty of space for what they were doing, but not a place to be doing it.

They were reprimanded, and told to go to actual private facilities for that sort of thing.

Of which Gonzales Station had a few, thanks to the Zamaar, and humans being horny bastards themselves.

Including one called the 'Gloomgeon'. A play on 'Gloomy Dungeon', or rather, an exceptionally crude translation of the Zamaaran word for the little private establishment.

A BDSM dungeon.

Even Zamaar craved more devious kinks other than casual sex.

And Carla was offered to go by G'yuun.

"Come on, it'll be fun~ Getting tied up and teased... it's a hell of a thing~"

Carla politely declined.

"Eh, thank you, but it's not my scene," she had told G'yuun.

G'yuun was, at least, respectful about it, didn't try and push Carla to go.

Now, truthfully, Carla was a little interested in it. The idea of bondage, submitting wholly to someone. But as much as had embraced her casually promiscuous side, part of her had a few trust issues with the idea.

Maybe if it was one of the crew, but a stranger? It made her uncomfortable.

No, she was happy to broach that topic with one of her colleagues... in due time at least.

In the meantime, she'd been spending time with Tana, getting to know them better, understanding more of their culture.

Tana apparently felt a sense of relief after mending things between themself and Carla. Moreso when Carla told them she wasn't bothered by her Clan's past. That it didn't reflect on Tana.

And more when Carla talked about humanity's own martial history, good and bad. How even now it had a prominent military, so it wasn't that big of a thing for her. Especially since they'd long gotten past the point of trying to kill each other all the time.

She even had a bit of personal history to talk about, telling Tana how her great grandfather was part of one of the Jovian Expeditionary Forces sent to deter growing instability, the result of piratical militants trying to carve out their own little domain among the Jupiter and Saturn moons, at the cost of the people that lived and worked in that space.

And how he participated in Operation: MONEYLENDER, one of the last major military operations in human history, the military effort to crush a corporation that had all but seized control in the region they operated in, well beyond legal or ethical limits.

He survived that conflict, and it was the nail in the coffin for many ongoing efforts by corporations to consolidate more power for themselves among the stars. The Government had a spine, for once, and was cracking down on corporate greed.

They were businesses, not political entities. And ever since the treaties and interactions with other races, it stayed that way.

But for the human military, it remained a lasting point of pride, a show that they were for the people and not the interests of those in the halls of power.

Tana seemed to like that.

"I really wish I could've joined," they remarked.

"Maybe you will. Perhaps you can try and find a way, an exception or something," Carla suggested.

Tana smiled tiredly at that.

"Thank you, but I don't think our system will allow it... but I appreciate the optimism."

Carla was happy to see Tana loosening up. There was still some friction with the crew, but Heyto and Captain J'mai were persistent in dealing with it.

Tana was one of the crew, and that wasn't changing any time soon.

All the same, people were still... unsure. Not about Tana, but the circumstances. The spectre of sabotage continued to loom. And now there were rumours the Station personnel working on the ship were starting to believe the theory, because they were finding faults that made no sense.

Carla didn't know what to believe, but if it was sabotage... why? Why would anyone want to sabotage a freighter? And in such an unusual way... it didn't make sense.

Maybe the answers would come one day... but not any time soon. Carla had to content herself with that.

It was a nice outing aboard the station, Carla with a few of her Zamaar friends, along with some of the local Zamaar that the crew had befriended.

Korr, a rather curvaceous specimen of their race, their pinkish skin quite glossy, their quills woven with metallic threads in a very precise way, a web of geometric shapes spanning between each spine on their head.

Their eyes were quite dark, so Carla couldn't quite tell what colour they were. She thought they may have been a deep, navy blue.

"So, tell me Korr, what do you do?" Utan asked, out with the group in the station's food court, all of them enjoying fine meals of synthetic fast food.

Korr wiped down their mouth with an almost dainty motion, having just finished off a hot dog.

"I work in Sysadmin. I keep the system responsible for organising and directing all of the communications traffic from breaking down. It's a bit of a jumble of code, I'm apparently one of the few people who seem able to parse whatever madman or woman or whatever wrote it whenever it was written. It really is a travesty, but alas, I can't do anything about it without the entire intranet stalling. Really, it's one of the worst things about this station, all of the systems were coded by morons."

G'yuun offered a small groan of sympathy.

"Oh, I do not envy your position. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I've had to whip up a few code fixes a few times on previous assignments. You'd think the AI systems would be able to do it, but sometimes they make things more annoying."

Carla didn't have any input, she didn't do much programming. Her expertise was on how space worked. That was all math.

"Okay, but what else is it you do?" Utan asked again.

G'yuun offered a small little grin, but said nothing. Korr presented a more devilish smile.

"Well, my dear Utan, when I'm not traipsing my fingers across a keyboard, I'm traipsing them across whatever subject happens to be tied down to my table~"

Korr chuckled, and Utan seemed to get the message, blushing ever so slightly in their alien way.

"I see... is that in your off time, or..."

"It's a hobby~ A little bit of fun. When I've got time off~"

"I met Korr at the Gloomgeon," G'yuun added, casting a little wink Carla's way. "They're... quite an experience~"

"Oh, you flatter me, darling~" Korr answered, demonstrating a strong grasp of human seductive language.

G'yuun giggled, and Carla could tell Utan was getting a little hot and bothered. Perhaps they were considering the idea.

"And what about you, Carla?" Korr suddenly piped up. "What is it you do?"

Carla blinked, a little surprised by the sudden question.

"Me?" she asked dumbly.

"Yes, you. You're the only human at this table, and on your ship, and I confess to being a little interested in that."

Carla thought for a moment, and then shrugged.

"I'm basically a handywoman. I help out where I can, whatever's in my skillset, and learn as I go. I don't have any particular specialisation, I was studying astrophysics to join a research vessel."

"Oh, a scientist!" Korr exclaimed giddily. "I once planned on being a scientist, but it seemed computer code made more sense to me than genetic code, or the mathematical code of existence. Still, I like to keep up with scientific achievements. You know that the research ship Handsome recently discovered a planet with unusual electrical phenomena in its methane oceans?"

"Yes, actually, I heard about it just before I left on The Tangerine," Carla answered with a newfound energy, sitting straighter and leaning forward. "Like lightning underwater. In methane, of all things."

"I know, right? They say it's beautiful, oh I wish I could see it for myself. There's something romantic about being on those ships, on the frontier, discovering strange new worlds and phenomena."

"Well, most of their discoveries are barren rocks or balls of acid rain and clouds like Venus. Plenty of gas giants, nothing fascinating." Carla then sighed wistfully. "But when you find those strange, bizarre things out there, the high must hit you like crazy. I'd love to experience that one day, finding that one fascinating oddity after numerous mundane finds."

Korr agreed with the sentiment, and the two spent the next half hour talking, Carla suppressing a blush when she noticed how Utan and G'yuun were looking at her, smirking and winking, and keeping quiet.

Those two were dangerous. Hell, the whole crew was, they were more than happy to watch Carla get 'caught' by another Zamaar.

Carla couldn't even be mad.

The end of their little outing came soon enough, and Carla bade farewell to the other three Zamaar, Korr even offering Carla come see them at the Gloomgeon with a sly smile.

Carla, feeling a little embarrassed, and wanting to be diplomatic, said she'd 'consider it'.

That was enough for Korr, and with that the four of them separated, heading off to do personal things.

Carla wanted to find a place to unwind, heading to a small place that offered AR nature experiences.

The garden dome up top was nice, but it was a static place with an open view of space. It was a park, and it didn't feel completely natural, as is typical for parks. Carla wanted something different, more wild.

The place she was going to was the next best thing, featuring omnitreadmills and haptic feedback suits alongside climate control systems meant to emulate a variety of environmental conditions, as long as it wasn't extreme weather; hard to do snow or pelting rain without wasting precious water.

A nice walk through the Pacific North West woodlands of Northern America might be just what she needs.

She saw the sign ahead for the service, reaching down into a hip bag for her credit chip.

"I'm telling you, they're getting suspicious about The Tangerine."

Carla stopped in her tracks, just barely hearing the lowered whisper.

She turned to the source of the voice, a small alcove leading to restrooms.

Carla looked around, and discovered she was in a camera blindspot. She leaned against a wall, and pulled out her tablet, looking at random stuff to look focused on other things, but her attention was fully on the feminine voice coming from within the rest room.

Someone responded to the voice, over some sort of communicator, but Carla couldn't make it out.

"Even the station guys working on the ship think its weird. They went overboard... look, I know what I signed up for, but this is getting too close for comfort."

Signed up for what? Carla did her best not to frown suspiciously, in case someone else was watching... though she already detoured from where she was going, so it was suspicious enough already.

She just had to play it cool and hope.

"On schedule? Look, I'm sticking my neck out here, and you're worried about schedule?... no. I get it."

The voice seemed cowed by the end. Carla heard them sigh.

"Alright. I'll get it done. Just... be patient, alright? None of this works if we're not patient. I'll meet with them at the dungeon."

The sound of a tone told Carla the communications was ended. Footsteps approached the sliding door, and Carla quickly returned to where she was going.

She'd just walked into the AR place when the person she'd been eavesdropping on walked past.

A Zamaar with bluish skin and a dark jumpsuit, a sort of grey hairnet over their head.

It didn't seem like they were aware someone had been listening in on them, but they appeared agitated all the same, and in a hurry. Carla didn't attempt to follow after them to avoid suspicion.

But, she had an idea of where they might be going.

'The dungeon'.

Unless it was another place, Carla suspected the Gloomgeon might be more than it seemed.

Or at the very least, was a private location for whoever that Zamaar was to do whatever it is they do, meet up with their partners in crime. If it is crime.

Regardless, it was a good place to start on this little investigation that had just manifested for Carla.

If foul play was involved with what was happening to the ship, Carla wanted to know.

It looks like she was going to be taking Korr up on that offer after all.

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Finding the Gloomgeon wasn't difficult. Hell, she asked a human if he knew anything about it, and they gave Carla a funny look before providing easy directions. Since it wasn't an official place, it wasn't on the station's official maps, though she could've looked it up on the intranet too.

The Gloomgeon wasn't even an open secret. People just didn't talk about it openly, for obvious reasons.

And though Carla was going there to find out what was going on with that mystery Zamaar and the conversation they had, she knew she was going to have to get involved to hide her intent and avoid suspicion.

It was on the deck below, a repurposed warehouse that wasn't seeing any use. It was in a convenient location, nestled out of the way of the main corridors and accessible via a nondescript door that only had a single purple light illuminating a sign that just said 'Gloomgeon'. The hallways beforehand led to toilets and a few other maintenance accesses, so just going down them didn't mean you were going to a BDSM club.

But once inside, Carla knew instantly she was in a place for sex; the décor was moody, with purple strip lighting running along the junctions where walls met ceilings. Vinyl matting with glossy patterns covered the floors, and pictures of people in raunchy and provocative situations - with a great deal of straps and restraints, human and Zamaar - interspersed along the walls.

Sensual music played softly over speakers mounted to the ceilings, and the air was heavy with the smell of incense and perfume.

Carla came upon a small lounge at the end of the entrance corridor, with seating available for people to wait. More energetic music thumped around a corner, where Carla heard laughter, and what sounded like a woman grunting in pleasured pain, the smacks of a flogging an indication of why.

Ahead of Carla was a counter, and behind it was a human man, dressed in a rather mundane grey jumpsuit, but his face was anything but; dark eyeliner and shadow, piercings across the lower edges of his ears and in his lobes, a few in his lower lip, and a septum piercing.

His hair was done in a style like a wave rolling over his head from one side to the other, dyed with streaks of red.

He had a ring on both index fingers.

He smiled as she approached.

"Heya~" he greeted jovially enough. "A first timer, what can I do for you?"

Carla gulped, feeling nervous, but she nodded and steeled herself.

"A Zamaar named Korr offered a... session, I guess."

"Ah, Korr. Lovely person, knows their stuff~" the man remarked with a grin. "They're busy right now with a playmate, but if you're set on them, you can wait in the lounge to the right there, or here if you're not comfortable with public displays. But there's no bar in here, so I know where I'd be. When Korr's free, I'll let you know."

A lounge with a bar... might be a place to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Though apparently it also came with a 'show'.

"Sure. I can do that... is there payment or..."

The man laughed.

"This isn't a brothel, girlfriend, this place is for enthusiasts of kink. All we ask is a medical record so everyone can enjoy themselves safely. Not the whole thing, just sexual health stuff. And any conditions or injuries that may be relevant. All strictly confidential, between you and your partner for the session."

He brought up a tablet, and tapped away at it, before showing Carla a screen.

"Connect to that with your tablet, and you'll be able to fill out the form. It's for everyone's enjoyment and safety."

Carla figured that was understandable, and did as asked.

Indeed, the information required was fairly limited in scope. It seemed more like a liability thing.

Once that was done, the man behind the desk smiled.

"Thank you. Now, I'll call you when Korr's ready, and please, enjoy your stay in the Gloomgeon~"

"I will, thanks," Carla answered with a nervous nod, before making her way down the corner where the grunting and music was coming from.

The source of the grunting was obvious; a man in a full-body jumpsuit, including his head, was busy flogging a woman with her ass exposed.

She was restrained in a set of metallic, padded stocks on a stage that featured a collapsible stripper pole, but right now, a different show was on.

Every time the man's paddle struck the woman's rear, she yelped in pain, but Carla could see how the dark-skinned woman was smirking in between every strike.

An audience of over twenty was arrayed around the central platform, half of them Zamaar. The rest were human men and women enjoying themselves and the show.

Carla felt a little weird, frankly, but she did her best to not look uncomfortable. Instead, she turned to the right and headed for the bar, a neon-lit counter curving away from the wall, the shelves backlit with a bright pink glow to mix with the violet strips all around.

She understood where the 'gloom' came from.

A Zamaar stood behind the counter, a slight thing with their quills cut short and blunt, a strange look, but deliberate and precise. Carla couldn't tell the colour of their skin in the lighting, nor their eyes. They had a choker around their neck with glowing letters asking someone to snap it. In English and she presumed Zamaaran.

They smiled at Carla, and offered them a bottle of lemonade.

"On the house. Alcohol costs though," they remarked.

Carla was fine with that, and took the lemonade politely, and turned around and sat on one of the simple cushioned stools at the bar.

She watched the wild show unfolding, the effectively gimp-suited man grinding the edge of the paddle to the black woman's pussy, making her twitch and squirm.

Carla was, by now, very used to casual sex with her colleagues, but something about this seemed a little odd and unusual. However, it was not her place to judge.

Still, her eyes wandered over the audience, looking for anyone out of place; nervous, suspicious, uncomfortable, looking to be elsewhere or with something else on their mind.

And of course, anyone who looked like that Zamaar she saw earlier.

Nobody fit the bill, and had to look away from a Zamaar who noticed Carla starting to stare at them rubbing the bulge in their pants, blowing the woman a kiss.

Carla blushed, and did not engage with that alien. She kept her attention on the happenings around her, and for anything that might give her a clue.

So fixated on trying to find anything suspicious, she almost yelped when her tablet chimed.

It was a private message from the man at the front, indicating that Korr would see her now.

With a small sigh of relief, Carla finished off her lemonade, and left the lounge just as the man started using the handle of his paddle to penetrate the restrained woman's pussy, to the cheers of the audience.

She hadn't heard a thing from outside, so the place was well insulated, especially given all these walls were added after the fact.

She returned to the main foyer, where she was greeted by a familiar face.

"Oh, Carla, I'm so glad you decided to come~"

Korr seemed jubilant, in their dull grey jumpsuit, though they seemed to be wearing makeup and black lip gloss.

"Yeah, I figured I'd try something new," Carla lied. Well, partly. It was something she thought about, but Korr didn't need to know about her real reasons for being here.

"Then trust that you are in good hands, cutie~" Korr remarked with a sensual tenor. "Jace here can vouch for that."

"That I can~" the man - Jace - said eagerly.

Carla wasn't quite as animated as they were, but no matter. Zamaar were free spirits, Carla knew that much, and Korr no doubt looked after her health.

"Please, come with me, I'll take you to our room," Korr said, and Carla nodded, following after the curvy Zamaar through some narrow passages connecting various locked doors, not a peep coming from them.

Finally, they came to one and Korr opened it with a keycard, unlocking the sliding door and permitting access.

Inside was not much different décor wise, but there was a bed waiting for them, covered in black vinyl sheets with purple pillows.

To the left was a small shower space, the shower very much not private, but the toilet recessed into a hidden alcove with a privacy screen and a few perfume dispensers.

To the right was a sort of mini-bar area with a tiny fridge and a bench with a small sink.

To the left of the bed was a glass coffee table with a pair of faux leather seats, and on the opposite side of the room... a complicated machine that Carla assumed was an adjustable frame for all sorts of bondage positions and uses, including a folding set of stocks.

The bed frame had numerous eyehooks and loops for fastening ropes, chains and other restraints to, while the underside space was enclosed by a cage.

In front of the bed was a padded table, not unlike a gurney... but with a few conspicuous 'features'.

Namely, the padded straps for arms and legs, more eyehooks for restraints along the collapsing frame below, and what appeared to be padded inserts that could be removed to provide holes for access from below, and splits in the padding revealing a level of adjustable articulation.

And along the back wall, right of the bed, was a shelf full of various sex toys, alongside what appeared to be a cleaning station for them, with a sign that said 'clean toys before and after every use' in the most industrial safety label way possible.

Korr turned around and faced Carla, smiling.

"Well, what do you think~?" they asked, seeming rather proud of themselves.

"Well... it's certainly aesthetic," Carla murmured.

Korr chuckled, but it had a gentle sympathetic edge.

"I can see you're nervous, and that's understandable. That's why we talk about these things before we start. I can be cruel and harsh if my partners want, but I think you would prefer a gentler sort of domination."

Carla was growing red in the face, but she nodded.

"Yeah, actually... that'd be nice. I mean... don't have to be too gentle, just... I don't know, don't degrade me?"

"I fully understand," Korr answered with strong nodding. "Anything else?"

"Well... I guess... pleasure, really. Stimulation. Teasing. Edging, denial, post-orgasm torture? That's bondage stuff right? While I'm tied down."

Carla was getting more and more flustered, not even sure what she was saying. Was she really asking for this sort of stuff? Was this something she was always quietly interested in? More than what she'd thought already.

"Oh my, someone's quite a deviant~" Korr teased, but then their expression firmed up a little. "However, especially with those things you've suggested and given it's your first time, I am going to ask for a safe word. This is non-negotiable. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself, so I need a clear safe word to know when to stop."

Carla was somewhat taken aback by the sudden mood shift, but she understood Korr's position. She thought for a moment.

"Hmm... 'baba-booie' I think should do," Carla suggested.

Korr's serious expression cracked, and they snorted in amusement.

"Yes, haha, I think that's a good one," they remarked. "Anyway, one last thing; should you be gagged, if you want that, and you're restrained, I want you to take a look at this."

Korr directed Carla's attention to the straps on the table, and elsewhere, pointing out little, subtle latches at the bottoms of each.

"These are always in reach of your fingers, and don't require much force. These latches are emergency releases and will open the restraints regardless of how tight they are. If at any point you're in a situation you can't say the safe word, do not hesitate to free yourself. That's as good a safe word as any to me, but make it as clear as you have to. So, with that in mind, do you want to be gagged at any point?"

Carla thought for a moment, and then sheepishly nodded.

"But not with a ball gag or anything like that. Just a cloth over my mouth or something," Carla requested.

Korr nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course, I can do that. Anything else you'd like to add?"

"Nothing really... well, please no 'yes master, no master' stuff. That feels weird to me."

"That's perfectly fine. Only one more thing," Korr remarked, bringing up their own tablet, fishing it out of a pocket on their back hip. They flipped through the screens, and showed Carla what appeared to be their medical records.

"This is publicly available information, if you wish to verify yourself," they remarked.

Carla looked at the screen, and then to Korr.

"You're okay with doing that?" she mused.

"No skin off my back, as you humans say. The information can't be used against me, and it makes it so much more convenient for the raunchier things interracial 'relations' can allow, so I let it be public knowledge. Which is what I was going to bring up next; since you are human, and we're both of good health, if you want, I can cum inside you. Otherwise, only on you, or not at all, it's up to you."

It was a pretty crazy thing to be up front with... but it was rather true. Carla let Tana cum inside her. And she was no longer all that worried about it when it came to Zamaar, knowing they were biologically incompatible. Even potential diseases were low risk due to that incompatibility. Entirely disparate evolutionary lines.

Carla quickly looked up Korr's medical records on the station intranet; sure enough, public information, and a clean bill of health.

In the end, her own burgeoning desires won out, and she put her tablet down on a table, out of the way.

"I think I'm fine with that," Carla agreed.

"Splendid!" Korr clapped their hands together, and put their own tablet away. "Now, you can go get undressed there, or in front of me if you want. Just know once I'm out of my suit, the session begins~ But remember, at any point you're feeling uncomfortable, let me know, directly, with the safe word if necessary, and we'll stop."

Carla knew that people into BDSM took it seriously, but Korr really was making sure Carla knew her position as a sub outside of play. It was a very human-centric approach, but perhaps Zamaar were like that too.

Either way, Carla nodded, and went to the privacy screen, and slowly extricated herself from her jumpsuit.

She could feel a heat in her face, realising that she was really doing this. She came here to investigate a clue, and now she was about to participate in some BDSM, even mild.

Was this place even the 'dungeon' mentioned? Maybe Carla was completely incorrect and that Zamaar was on the other side of the station.

Well... she was already here. And more than a little curious.

"Well, let's have a go," she said to herself, walking out from behind the privacy screen and stopping in her tracks when she laid eyes on Korr.

They'd stripped out of their jumpsuit, now clad only in leather heels, underwear, and a tight fitting leather brassier that barely looked adequate for their bust.

There were intricate, almost tribal tattoos swirling around their limbs, waist, and breasts, dark like the gloss on their lips.

They had a cliché riding crop in their hands, Korr gently tapping the tip in the palm of their other hand.

Their expression was different too; not cruel, rather inviting actually, but knowing, devious, a lick of their lips a good indicator of what was coming.

Carla walked up to them, feeling almost as nervous as she had that day in the maintenance ducts with Utan.

"Good girl~" Korr began, making Carla's head buzz a little for reasons she couldn't quite explain. "Now then, do as I say, and you shall be rewarded with all the pleasure you could desire~"

Korr's voice had taken on such a sultry tenor, rich like chocolate, luxurious and commanding. Carla could easily see them using that tone in harsher manner to demean masochists.

That wasn't Carla's thing... but Korr didn't need to be cruel to get Carla's heart racing.

Especially when they brought that riding crop to her belly, slowly trailing it up Carla's belly, making her diaphragm flinch. It rose up between her cleavage, gently grazing along her neck, along her lower jaw until the tip came to rest against her chin, just threatening to tilt it upward.

"Nice and tender~" Korr remarked. Carla shivered, somewhere between nerves and a strange excitement.

The crop fell away, and the Zamaar beckoned to the bench.

"Lay down on your back, and we shall begin~"

Carla nodded quietly, and climbed onto the table, the padding especially comfortable, a small headrest keeping her head elevated.

Soon, though, she felt her limbs being strapped down to the gurney, wrists and ankles held tight and snug, Korr making a show of tightening each restraint, as if to really drive home Carla's growing helplessness.

But her fingers brushed over the emergency release tabs, slightly awkward to reach, but not too difficult. At least it meant she wasn't about to trip them accidentally, but could with minimal effort should she feel the need.

Her chest was heaving with a mixture of excitement and nerves, a little bit of fear thrown into the mix as Korr finished with the final restraint at Carla's left wrist.

There were more restraints that could've been applied, but Korr was keeping it simple.

Still, the moment that strap was tightened, Korr's two fingers and two thumbs gracefully pivoted away and grazed up Carla's naked arm, teasing her with delicate touches.

Less delicate was the riding crop returning to press against her abdomen, again travelling up along Carla's belly, making her diaphragm flinch yet again.

Only this time, instead of moving up between her breasts, the crop pushed against one, and then slipped over that globe, rolling over the erect nipple and making Carla flinch.

"So very sensitive... I'll have you squeaking in delight soon, my good little girl~"

Carla whined a little, feeling Korr's other hand move to tease her other nipple, the Zamaar standing above her head at the end of the gurney, fingertip tracing her areolae with circular motions, ever so delicately grazing the nail of their digit across that sensitive tissue.

Korr's fingers kneaded firmly, but carefully, sinking into the flesh of Carla's breast, but going only so deep as to elicit stimulation, not discomfort.

Korr pinched Carla's nipple between the knuckles of their fingers, gently grinding back and forth as they massaged the human's mound.

Such was Carla's focus on Korr's teasing of her one breast, she didn't notice the crop leave the other, gliding down her body until she felt a feathery brush against her clitoris, making her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips.

Korr grinned, and gently rubbed that crop back and forth against Carla's button, all while carefully tweaking that nipple between their two fingers.

Carla gently tugged against her restraints, already finding things surprisingly intense. There was a part of her feeling panic, being tied down, helpless. The part of her governing survival.

But another part of her kept it soothed, or at least in check. A part of her enjoying the thrill of the helplessness to one she trusted. Sure, Korr was something of a stranger, but there seemed to be enough existing information for Carla to be well informed. That, and she had met them earlier.

And honestly, if there was one thing Carla could trust a Zamaar with, its sex.

Korr murmured appreciatively, rolling their hand upon Carla's breast until their inner thumb was upon the human's nipple, delicately twisting it about and brushing the sensitive disc around it with the pad of their thumb tip.

But soon, that hand slid away from Carla's breast, flattening out to slide along her skin, gliding up her neck, and coming to rest on her face, cupping the side of it.

They turned their hand a little, and slipped both of their middle fingers inside of Carla's mouth, gentle, but domineering, encouraging Carla to suck on those digits.

Carla did so without word, tongue teasing those fingers while Korr watched with a devious smirk.

"That's a good girl~ Obedience is what I ask~ And obedience is what I reward~"

Korr started rubbing that riding crop to Carla's pussy more firmly, grinding against her clitoris, bumping it about, sliding the shaft of that tool between the bud and her inner labia, slightly askew.

Carla continued to whimper, and arched her hips from this stimulation; it was simple, not that intense, yet being tied down was somehow enhancing the experience. The sense of deprivation, that every little touch was fleeting, and without a way of moving herself, she had to enjoy every little bit.

Korr continued to play with Carla's mouth, and rub that crop against her pussy, before suddenly an unexpectedly pulling away, withdrawing fingers from her mouth and flicking any juices off the tip of the riding crop with a swishing swing.

But the saliva left on their fingers, however, was for Korr to taste, moving where Carla could see, to let her watch, Korr slipping their digits between her lips to suck the residual saliva off them, grinning at Carla from their standing position.

They pulled their fingers free with a soft pop, a chuckle following.

"That is a nice taste you have, dear~"

Korr's chuckle turned to a cackle, and then placed the riding crop upon Carla's belly, balanced right on her navel.

Leaving the Zamaar with both hands free, one moving down to Carla's pussy, two thumbs gliding over her labia, two fingers slotting between them and cruising along the slick flesh within.

Carla groaned, but found her head grasped by Korr's other hand, gently tilting her head to the side to give the Zamaar access.

They licked their lips, and then approached, and Carla could only get a whimper off before her lips were sealed, Korr kissing her firmly, possessively, tongue snaking into her mouth and rubbing its textured surfaces across the human's.

Korr's lips meshed erotically, sucking kisses muffled by the hungry murmurs of a dominant alien, pushing against Carla's mouth and tugging upon it, curling their tongue about within her mouth.

Carla groaned, tugging on her restraints. She felt so helpless, so vulnerable, that her pleasure was entirely in the hands of this curvaceous alien, whose bust squashed against the edge of the gurney, a voluptuous frame that could be set to devilish purpose, but for now, was just keeping Carla captive with a wicked kiss.

And of course, a lecherous massage of her pussy, Korr rubbing circles against Carla's entrance and smothering her clit with the bottom of their palm. Their hand slipped away, however, to gently and repeatedly slap against Carla's pussy, more akin to a broad tapping, but it was enough to make the human whine into Korr's mouth, still subdued by that erotic kiss.

By the time it ended, Carla felt there was viscous saliva left in her mouth, that subtly sweet taste impossible to ignore.

Korr brushed a thumb over Carla's lower lip, tugging it down gently.

"That's a good girl, nice and obedient~ I think you've earned your first orgasm~"

'First'. That was a warning if Carla ever heard one, but she knew what Zamaar were like... and she knew what she was like.

She was up for this challenge.

But she didn't expect Korr to meander around to the other end of the gurney, and fiddle with some switches.

The next thing she knew, the end of the table split, and her legs were bring spread as the divided lower half of the gurney splayed wide, giving Korr perfect access to Carla's needy slit.

It was glistening, smooth from meticulous adherence to her own hygiene and hair routine, especially since she became more sexually active with her colleagues.

Korr grasped Carla's thighs, two fingers resting atop of each trunk, a thumb on other side, those on the interior moving to graze along and splay apart Carla's labia, exposing the slick meat and winking hole, Carla's muscles wound and full of tension.

But before anything, Korra started peppering Carla with tender kisses and slow, painting licks along her groin and thighs, occasionally nibbling with their teeth, applying only the faintest of pressure.

Several times, this was followed up with a few firm, sucking kisses, leaving fading marks behind on the woman's skin.

Carla groaned, twitching and lifting her hips, but a few firm pushes set her hips back down upon the gurney, Korr maintaining command with minimal effort.

The Zamaar was getting closer and closer to Carla's slit, but the woman felt Korr was being deliberately slow, to drive up the anticipation as much as possible.

Korr even chuckled and murmured in teasing ways, leaving Carla feeling a sense of frustration... but she had agreed to it. Agreed to edging, teasing, even denial, as long as she got her release.

The first touch she got to her slit was from a wayward thumb, brushing over her clitoris, a wince racing through Carla's body.

The Zamaar chuckled, and gently rubbed that button several more times with the digit, before finally deigning to graze it with their tongue, a slow, feathery lick across the bud.

Followed up by another, and another, until Korr was slowly and deftly undulating her tongue against Carla's clit.

Carla moaned and arched her back, but the alien didn't speed up or slow down, merely push against her hips to hold her in place.

Korr's tongue was precise, moving away from Carla's bud directly, to tease the tip of that tongue around beneath the hood, and against the base.

Each little lick was fleeting, and sometimes forceful on top of that. Carla groaned, a buzz settling in her mind, a needy sensation brought about by this slow torment.

She flinched; Korr grazed their teeth against her clit, a gentle but acute sensation.

"Fuuuuck," Carla whined, not yet gagged, if she was ever gagged, but this teasing was intense.

She was so used to her colleagues having plenty of foreplay, but their teasing wasn't so... prolonged. They were quick to eke out orgasms from her, or give her a nice dose of their semen.

Already Korr was going for an orgasm... but they were taking their sweet time, and Carla wasn't used to that.

Korr mouthed over her vulva proper, and curled their tongue up between the soft folds of her womanhood, letting her feel the textured surfaces on the top of Korr's tongue. The lick continued, gliding over her clit so she felt the same touch.

And the lick began anew, Korr cycling up and down.

As they lapped at Carla's pussy, one of their hands slid away from her thighs, gliding across her stomach, before pulling back with fingers curled to rake across her gut.

Another diaphragm flinch, another whine from Carla's lips.

They seemed pleased with her responsiveness, but continued their teasing, pecking Carla on the inner thighs occasionally, even curling their tongue against her tender inner legs.

This teasing continued for a while, until Korr finally decided Carla's frustration and arousal was reaching a head, and aligned their mouth over her pussy directly.

There, they gave Carla one final teasing flick with their tongue... and promptly wrapped their lips around the woman's vulva.

They sucked tight against Carla's mound, and plunged their tongue into her depths, tongue writhing with a relentless need past her entrance.

Carla yowled in pleasure, feeling a thumb sliding up over to her belly, and then descend to find her clit.

There, it started flicking her nub, at first slow, and gradually gaining greater speed.

Now Carla started to squirm, tugging on her restraints, fighting against the intense pleasure inflicted on them, a rising orgasm building in her loins.

Thankfully, Korr didn't seem like they were about to rob Carla of this bliss, their tongue taking on a mad energy, tracing her walls and stretching as deep as it could manage.

"Oh fuck," Carla yelped shrilly. "I'm gonna... gonna cum!"

A muffled, distorted chuckle thrumming against her vulva was her only response, Korr delighting in Carla's peaking ecstasy, pouring on one last spurt of speed and intensity.

It was enough to make Carla mewl in bliss, arching her hips and spasm, walls twitching madly around Korr's tongue, a surge of arousal soaking into their tastebuds, every muscle in her body quivering for a slightly prolonged length of time, in no small part owed to Korr keeping at her attack, tongue writhing and thumb flicking relentlessly through Carla's climax, keeping the stimulation going.

Grimacing and jerking her head, Carla started to tug on her restraints, involuntarily pulling her hips away to escape the intolerable stimulation, Korr attacking her when she was at the peak of sensitivity.

It was devious bliss, but Korr seemed rather perceptive, or at least, had remarkable intuition, pulling back slowly and letting their hands glide off Carla's body to give the woman a chance to rest, leaving her to pant.

"Fuck..." Carla groaned in the afterglow, earning another quiet cackle from the dominatrix, wiping their mouth down with sensual relish.

"All in due time, my good little girl~" Korr remarked deviously, trailing fingertips along Carla's belly, a single fingertip curling along the underside of a breast and flicking off the nipple, yet another wince for Carla in her post-orgasmic bliss.

However, as Carla recovered from that Climax, Korr set about collecting a few things that made Carla rather nervous, and yet a little excited; a black wand device, almost like a narrow microphone, gradually widening out towards the tip, which had a small rounded tip just as wide as the end. Alongside them were other smaller egg-shaped devices with small clasps with suction cups, and what looked like a simple red cloth strip.

Korr also grabbed a metal water bottle. They returned to the gurney, flipping out a folding table from beneath the table - it was a rather dynamic piece of kink equipment - and placed the 'toys', which also included a simple dildo with a worrying amount of buttons on it - not many, but even a few and a simple dial were concerning enough - upon it.

As for the water bottle, they came to Carla and tilted it towards her.

"Would you like a drink?"

Carla thought for a moment, and then nodded. Korr nodded too, and slipped a hand beneath Carla's head to elevate it gently.

Next, Korr popped the cap on the bottle and brought the nozzle to Carla's lips, allowing her to take several big gulps.

Hydration done, Korr returned the bottle to where it was, wiping the nozzle down with a wet wipe.

Now it was back to the session, and Korr seemed spoiled for choice on what to tease Carla with, biting their lower lip salaciously, hovering one hand over the selection of toys, and teasing Carla's breasts with the other, rolling a nipple beneath a thumb. Before picking up the wand, and pulling on a small, flush switch around the handle.

Carla barely heard the faint buzz coming from the device, but it was already making her nervous, especially watching Korr grin at it, and then at her.

"Worried, are you~? Well, don't worry... I'll make sure to tease you properly~" they 'threatened' deviously. "But first... we need to make you nice and compliant~"

Carla didn't know what they meant by that until they placed the wand back down, and grabbed the cloth.

The next thing Carla knew, her mouth was being covered by the surprisingly thick but quite breathable material, Korr wrapping it tight around her mouth and the back of her head, causing some amount of compression, but making sure to tug it down slightly to keep it clear of her nose.

It was relatively snug, and wasn't going between her jaws, which Carla felt would've been uncomfortable, despite being rather good at deepthroating alien penis at this stage in her life...

It gagged her sufficiently all the same, and made her feel that little bit more helpless. However, fingers brushing over the safety latches on her restraints gave her some comfort, more than enough to keep going.

Now reduced to muffled murmurs and whining, Carla watched as Korr picked up the wand again, and brought it to her tender belly.

It flinched from the soft touch, but even fleeting, Carla felt the rather intense vibrations emanating from the tip of that device.

And Korr slowly trailed it around her body, occasionally depressing it against her skin to let the massaging thrum tease the parts of her not sensitive to touch.

This alongside Korr's free hand gently caressing her thighs and her calves, or traipsing those fingers elsewhere over her body.

Slowly, that wand made its way towards Carla's bust, a shiver the response when the wand touched the base of her globes.

Korr traced the outline of their undersides where they connected to her body, gravity making them compress a little, sending tantalising vibrations into the fat and tissue within. While it wasn't expressly stimulating, it did make her feel a little good... and if nothing else, it was a prelude to more devious stimulation, Korr 'tenderising' her breasts before moving in on their goal.

Eventually, they did move in, gliding the tip of that wand with an inexorable slowness, meandering a little and pushing into her globe... and then pausing just on the edge of her areola.

The wand was still, sending constant vibrations into Carla's flesh and tingling her sensitive cap just by proximity, but nothing like what direct contact would feel like.

And as if to prolong the inevitable, Korr started circling Carla's areola, pushing down on Carla's mammary enough her nipple tilted just far enough to almost brush against the wand.

But not enough for contact, and so the terrible caress of the wand was delayed, just that little bit longer, Korr ever so slowly tracing around the very edge of Carla's areola.

Soft murmurs were caught by the cloth gag, Carla's eyes closed as she endured this simple stimulation. However, the anticipation could only be built for so long... and those eyes shot open when the wand finally started circling the sensitive disc around her nipple.

It was intense, the vibrations set rather high, and yet the wand was rather silent.

All the same, it made Carla twitch and groan, suffering erotically from this terribly gradual increase in stimulation.

Until, finally, the tip of the wand rolled over her nub itself, and Carla loosed a shrill whine, rocking her head back into the rest beneath her, arching her body a little.

While not as sensitive as her clit, her nipples were still quite tender, and after so much teasing build up, it felt that bit stronger.

Korr rolled and crushed the bud beneath the wand with skilful effort, easing back whenever it may have been too much, sometimes lifting away entirely for a single second of respite before the torment returned.

Rolling, pressing, the faintest of pressures, or sinking into the peak of her breast, Korr made sure the powerful thrumming coursed through every nerve in Carla's nipple, earning small squirms and plenty of quiet whimpering, muffled by that cloth gag.

And that was before they shifted to Carla's other nipple, not content to leave that one without stimulation. They approached from above, leaving the breast untouched to twist the tip of the wand against Carla's teat, gently pushing it down before easing up.

Firm pressure, light pressure, whatever pressure, Korr was continuously changing up how she stimulated that bud, never sticking to a single method of attack for long.

Leaving Carla to twitch and whine, feeling as though her nipples had been made extra sensitive just by all the teasing. It was so very different, almost surgical, how Korr applied the wand, and Carla was starting to fully understand why people enjoyed BDSM so much.

To give up power and agency, to put oneself at the mercy of another, to be teased and tormented, to have that anticipation built up over and over, to be mercilessly stimulated. To be so... vulnerable. It was thrilling. Sure, trust was required, and though Korr was a relative stranger, she seemed to be a professional. She did this as a passion, and going by that talk before they started, wanted everything to be perfect for her subs.

Carla could get used to this.

Such thoughts were derailed when she felt that wand lift away from her bust, and come down upon her navel... and then slowly inch towards her crotch, like a shark bearing down on a hapless, oblivious swimmer.

But much like a shark, it diverted in the first pass, Korr murmuring deviously as they moved that wand along Carla's thigh, slipping it down along the inner surface, while their other hand found one of Carla's feet, and began to squeeze it in massaging fashion.

Carla couldn't help flinching, she had a sensitive body, her inner thighs in particular, and having an intensely buzzing point of contact digging into her fat and muscles was proving to be rather stimulating.

Of course, there was more anticipation to build, Korr moving that wand back towards her crotch... and making a rather deliberate wide birth around Carla's vulva at the last moment to glide along her other thigh.

The wand's constant vibration was rather stimulating even away from sensitive places, massaging her muscles gently, though the buzzing was intense.

An alien hand made Carla flinch, groping a breast and giving the nipple a good delicate squeeze.

Meanwhile, that wand drew close again to Carla's pussy, only to retreat at the last moment, making a roundabout route to graze along her inner thighs. It was enough to make Carla whine at the constant fake-outs.

But even Korr had to attack Carla's pussy eventually, and when they did, they did so with aching slowness, inching towards the human's slit from her belly, slowly moving towards her vulva, until, finally... contact.

The tip of the wand hit her clit, with just the barest of pressure, the lightest of touch, but it was enough to make Carla's hips lift from the gurney, and prompted Korr to pull the wand away almost immediately.

Carla whined at the loss of stimulation, and Korr chuckled deviously.

"Now now, my sweet little human, you must earn your orgasm~" they taunted, slowly bringing that wand back to Carla's clit, applying only the faintest pressure again, gently rolling the tip of the device around her bud and pulling back whenever the stimulation got too intense... or Korr felt that Carla was getting a tad too close to climax.

Sometimes, to help push her back from the brink while keeping her close to the edge, Korr slid that wand down between Carla's labia, grinding it against the entrance nestled between those soft folds, and getting the stick nice and glossy with her arousal.

Korr purred at this, watching Carla's little flinches and squirms, bucking her hips every now and then, and tugging on her restraints, while muffled groans and whimpers were caught by that cloth gag.

Korr was a master at applying the right pressure and attacking the right points, for just the right amount of time, and often left Carla's vulva alone to tease other parts of her anatomy.

Then, she watched as Korr manoeuvred around above Carla's head, a devious expression upon their face, lower lip pinned salaciously as they observed Carla's many spasms.

But the alien dominatrix had plans for Carla... plans soon apparent, when they slid down their leather skirt, revealing a moist slit just inches from Carla's face.

They stared down at Carla with a wicked grin, and tugged her gag down upon her chin, freeing up her mouth, just in time for Korr to step on something to give themself a bit of extra height, enough to let them straddle Carla's face, and bring their weight down upon her head.

It wasn't a lot of weight, Korr not bringing every kilogram to bear, but with as curvaceous as Korr was, Carla quickly found herself submerged in soft, fatty ass flesh, wrapping around her head while that slit pressed to her lips.

It didn't take a lot of grinding at all for Carla to start using her tongue, making Korr sigh in delight.

"That's it~ Use your mouth~ Please me~" Korr both praised and commanded, more soft gasps leaving them, one hand holding onto Carla's body for leverage and support, the other still teasing her slit with that wand, always pulling away whenever Carla started twitching or worming too much.

Not that it stopped her moans, now simply trapped by another barrier. A much wetter, softer barrier, her tongue digging into Korr's pussy and wriggling at their clit, and other sensitive points her tongue could reach.

And of course, she felt a firmness behind the walls of Korr's pussy, a tell-tale sign that their cock was so very close to sliding out.

They likely intended to use it on Carla at some point, she just didn't know when, and she wasn't too worried if it was a little while; there was something delightful about feeling Korr's curvy body rocking back and forth upon her face, that meat and fat squashing and rolling around her, the smooth skin making it feel like a pleasant massage.

"You like being beneath me, hmm~? I feel your enthusiasm... nnf, I could get used to you as my seat~ But we do not have all the time in the world... so, if you can get me to cum, I will let you cum~"

As if to make a point about the command, Korr pressed the wand hard into Carla's button, and held it there for a cruel length of time, gently rolling the device about for extra stimulation, getting Carla right on the cusp of release... and once again pulling it back, only returning it between her labia to keep her arousal high, but deny her any chance of release.

Carla squirmed, desperately, and rocked her hips energetically, trying to get that orgasm, and cried in frustration. But still, she wasn't about to call it quits. That frustration, the denial... it was thrilling. To be so close, and have release wrenched away from you, only to be worked up again... it produced a sort of high, an intensification of arousal, that desperate need its own stimulation. One that could be horrendous if release is never given... but would make release oh so much more satisfying.

So Carla practically devoured Korr's pussy, tongue darting out to tease their clit as best she could achieve.

Those lusting groans were all the encouragement Carla needed, but it was hard to concentrate with that wand leaving her on the cusp of release time and time again, her thighs and groin a wet mess by now.

Still, she endured the denial and the edging for that little bit longer, practically shovelling her tongue about inside Korr's sex to get what the dominatrix demanded of her.

Korr's gasps and murmurs were getting ever more intense, and little shivers and clenches inside their pussy warned Carla the Zamaar was close.

"That's it, yes~! Right there~! Do not stop, good girl~!"

God, whenever Korr said 'good girl', it made her heart miss a beat. She had thought the idea of being on top was appealing when she had sex with Tana, but this session was really driving home how much she enjoyed being submissive. If she was a switch... she was definitely more subby than not.

She still had her enthusiasm though, and worked her tongue hard to bring about Korr's orgasm, jaw working away to constantly suck on the Zamaar's pussy.

Until, at last, the alien came, Korr loosing a long, drawn out and sultry cry of bliss, shuddering atop of Carla and releasing a small deluge of arousal right into her mouth. Their thighs clenched tight around her head, smothering her further, leaving her utterly trapped between those succulent legs.

Sharp jolts coursed through Korr intermittently, their control of the wand destabilising momentarily, drifting across Carla's hips until they composed themselves, lifting away from the human's head and looking down to admire their handiwork, licking their lips deviously.

"Good girl~ You did a wonderful job... and for your obedience..." they trailed off, reaching down to cup Carla's cheek and brush a thumb across her lips, even slipping it into her mouth, Carla wrapping her lips tight around the digit, much to Korr's wicked delight. "... you deserve reward~"

With that, Korr brought the wand back to Carla's clit, and assailed it mercilessly.

This time, they weren't holding back, rubbing the wand back and forth against her bud, the only easing of stimulation being those moments Korr slipped the tip of the wand down between Carla's labia, thrumming it against the still sensitive but not intensely so flesh.

It didn't linger down there for long, always returning to torment that button with rolling, circling motions, stirring Carla's clit about.

She was starting to twitch and jerk in her restraints at this point, so very close to release.

Right on the cusp, just begging for climax... and she got it, her hips leaving the gurney as she cried out harshly, lustfully, her intense arousal getting to her.

Her spasms rocked the gurney, some of its frame rattling.

Korr laughed gleefully, eyes wide with a sensual, manic look.

They kept that wand held firmly to Carla's button for as long as they dared, Carla starting to writhe in overstimulation.

And then... it all stopped.

The wand was withdrawn and Korr stepped back, leaving Carla to shiver in the afterglow, panting.

That had proven... quite intense. Being built up so slowly, over and over again... that has an effect on the mind and body.

And Carla felt herself craving more. As much as she could tolerate while she had time.

Korr wandered over, and crouched by Carla, teasingly brushing their fingers across her belly, their other hand caressing the top of her head.

"You've been such a good girl... do you want to feel more pleasure~?" Korr asked.

It was framed in a seductive, 'in-character' way, but Carla recognised the veiled question, asking if she was finished. And she wasn't.

She nodded her head.

"More... I want more... lots more. Please," she asked, looking up at Korr with eyes filled with the desire she felt.

Korr raised a brow, and then smirked.

"Very well... I will make sure you scream~ First..." Korr walked away, and grabbed the water bottle, offering it to Carla, who had a good swig. When it was put back, the Zamaar returned, walking their fingers up Carla's body.

"Now, to keep your voice to a comfortable tenor..."

Korr smirked, and grabbed that cloth gag, and tugged it back over Carla's mouth.

From there, they grabbed some of the extra toys they had sitting on the gurney's little table, starting with egg-shaped devices which Korr gently placed around Carla's nipples, two each to pinch the buds between them... flipping a switch on a separate remote control and causing the eggs to vibrate at a moderate strength, earning a flinch through Carla's body.

Korr smirked, and slowly dragged that wand down through the human's cleavage, and then her belly, before finally brushing it off Carla's clitoris, her hips jumping from some post-orgasmic sensitivity.

She whined into her gag, but Korr was far from done, grabbing that dildo in hand. With a wicked glance Carla's way, the devious Zamaar brought it to Carla's vulva, and started sliding it up and down her gash.

They twisted it, brushing it against every part of her womanhood, both teasing Carla and getting the device slicked up in her own arousal, a rather debauched move.

One that worked though, because Carla was still sopping wet. So not a lot of lubrication was going to be needed.

Of course, like every other toy Korr had brought to bear so far, the dildo was no simple inert thing, a quick flip of a switch making it sound like a distant swarm of insects, buzzing quietly but ferociously.

And feeling it teasingly brushing against her slit and her bud made Carla yowl and buck her hips in reflex, squirming as Korr rubbed that fake dick against her pussy, the vibrations of a lower frequency compared to the wand, but greater power.

Perfect for keeping Carla at the cusp of release, the dominatrix grinning haughtily and aligning the tip with Carla's entrance. They dialled the strength of the dildo down just a smidgen, and slowly pushed the rod into the woman's sex.

She moaned loudly into her gag, Carla twisting her hips and squirming on the spot with every inch painstakingly pushed into her depths. It wasn't a difficult insertion; Korr was just making it last for as long as possible.

And once it was fully inserted, earning a whining sigh from Carla's muffled lips, it only remained there for a few good moments before Korr pulled it back to the tip, only to thrust it back in.

They adopted a slow pace, thrusting that dildo and adding a twist to the motion, that thrumming of its vibration just another layer of careful stimulation designed to drive Carla wild, but not bring her orgasm too quickly. Just as Carla had implicitly asked for, though now she was starting to wonder if she bit off more than she could chew, the buzzers on her nipples making it impossible to concentrate on any one source of pleasure.

But the knowledge of her safe word and the emergency releases in her restraints were a good enough comfort for her to want to continue. Besides... now she wanted to test her limits.

Korr was content to do just that, fucking Carla's pussy with that toy until they decided it was time to make things even more intense. First, by leaving that dildo buried in Carla's sex, its buzzing vibrations adding to the maddening sensation. But without movement, it wasn't enough to drive her to release.

Carla, meanwhile, couldn't keep herself from twitching and squirming from every source of stimulation; the dildo, the twin pairs of buzzing eggs stuck to her nipples... and of course, Korr running that wand up and down her body, massaging her muscles and fleetingly teasing her sensitive points, brushing over her nipples, grazing only the barest tips of them, the egg-shaped vibrators preventing touch from any other angle.

It made her loose a terribly shrill, strained cry, a whimper that Korr seemed to delight in, Carla's nipples overloaded with sensation before that wand drifted off, grazing along the side of her neck and along her jawline, until it brushed over her lips through the gag.

It didn't linger there, going down the opposite side of her jaw and neck and grazing along the outer edge of a breast, before making a meandering trail down her belly, more flinches from her diaphragm.

Carla couldn't help squirming, couldn't help tugging on her restraints. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch, tingling stimulation in her depths, around her breasts... and across her clit, that wand teasing over her bud with the faintest pressure, leaving quickly to keep Carla from falling over the edge too rapidly.

Korr was taking their time now, their expression more wicked than ever; they knew what they were going to do to Carla. They knew Carla wanted it. They were going to take full advantage of this situation.

More flinching, more struggling... Carla's hips frequently left the gurney, making it thump every time her rump came back down.

She tugged on her restraints, purely out of reflex, though she was sure if she got free, she'd touch herself just enough to force herself over the edge.

Instead, she had to contend with Korr running that wand along her thighs, their other hand reaching out to knead her breasts.

They grazed the device all the way down her leg, pushing into her calf, causing plenty of flinches, until the sole of her foot was subject to the buzzing touch of the wand, Carla flinching and recoiling as much as her restraints allowed.

While she wasn't particularly ticklish, they were still sensitive areas, and having something that strong thrum across the arches of her feet, against the balls and heels, and brushing along her toes, was enough to make her spasm.

Whimpering moans continued to leave her, Carla discovering that the dildo in her pussy, no matter how much she squirmed, wasn't going to get her any closer to climax. She was completely at Korr's mercy yet again, orgasm entirely up to them.

And they took their sweet time returning to Carla's crotch, dragging that wand firmly along her leg, letting her muscles really feel the touch of that vibrating device.

But in time, they were back to Carla's vulva, grinning down at the sopping sight, the end of the dildo still shaking subtly between Carla's folds.

And then, they pressed that wand into her clit, and Carla arched her back as high as she could manage.

It was a light pressure Korr applied to the human's button, gently rolling the toy around Carla's nub. They sought a delicate balance, one that was hellish for Carla; Korr wanted to keep Carla right upon the cusp of orgasm, right on that edge, pulling her back only slightly, working up the peak high of that edge.

Carla's whimpering took on a desperate edge, grunting, gasping, almost crying from how close she was, yet never seemed to tip into the abyss. She tugged on her restraints even more, hips bucking involuntarily.

Korr's free hand continued to roam over Carla's body, twin thumbs carefully squeezing Carla's bust between the digits while those two middle fingers outstretched as far as they could and pinched her nipple.

Circular massaging motions made Carla groan, her tone just that bit softer and less intense compared to before. But she was terribly close all the same.

But always just out of reach, never quite getting there. Out of reflex, she lifted her hips, trying to push into that wand, to get enough stimulation to cum. But it was never enough. Korr always moved with Carla's body, lifting that wand to maintain as fleeting contact as possible, never giving the woman a chance to fall over the edge.

Korr wasn't even saying anything, just chuckling gleefully at Carla's desperate situation.

More whimpers, more whining, more desperate pleasure from the human bound to the gurney, Korr's hapless plaything.

And then... Korr began to push more firmly down upon those nipples, first one, then the other, compressing them into her breasts proper, as much as the egg vibrators allowed.

There was only slight retreat, that wand shifting back bit by bit, easing off the stimulation, before circling around both her areolae in turn.

Korr pinned their lower lip beneath their teeth in salacious hunger, eyes full of unwholesome intent.

Carla looked at Korr with a hint of concern, but she did not show any signs of distress. She didn't want to stop, but that didn't stop her feeling a little worried under that kind of gaze, realising she was about to be destroyed.

The teasing continued, Korr mercilessly keeping Carla at the edge of bliss, sliding the tip of that wand around the base of her clitoris, pushing against its tip, and rolling the end of that device against the sensitive bulb.

Until, Carla couldn't take it anymore, loosing a muffled, pleading whimper, using no words but basically begging Korr to let her feel good.

Korr seemed to understand, but a devious smirk crossed their face, and Carla knew it wouldn't be that easy.

"Remember what it took last time for me to let you have your orgasm~? You will have to be obedient once more... though it will be a little more challenging this time~"

Korr chuckled, and moved to adjust Carla's head rest, tilting it down until her view was almost inverted.

There, Carla watched as they cradled the back of her head for support... eyes focusing on that textured length sliding forth from Korr's pussy.

As far as Zamaar went, it was as average as it got, but that didn't make it any less enticing, glistening from the lubricant its internal sheath secreted.

It prodded her lips through the gag... and then, Korr tugged it down until it turned into a blindfold, leaving Carla without sight. But her sense of touch was not diminished, feeling that turgid alien member press to her lips a second time.

She didn't even miss a beat, opening her mouth and slipping forth her tongue, letting it graze and slide along the top of Korr's dick.

Korr sighed out happily, sinking their cock to the root with a slow care, gauging how Carla reacted.

Admittedly, the position was a little uncomfortable, but it rather effectively aligned her mouth with her throat, and with the practise she had, it wasn't long before Carla felt her neck bulge, that member nestled comfortably inside her gullet.

She groaned, gagged slightly, but ultimately wrapped her lips tight around the invading penis, and swirled her tongue around it as best she could manage.

There, Korr began to thrust, slowly at first, moving their hips in a way to cause the least amount of discomfort to Carla, the precision of their motions rather impressive.

Carla moaned, enjoying the taste of Zamaaran dick on her tongue. They'd rather opened her eyes to how fun oral could be.

She still gurgled a little from the awkward position, but the real trouble was from the constant stimulation at her breasts, in her pussy, and of course, her clit, Korr still rolling that wand carefully over the nub to inflict that tortuous pleasure.

And this continued, only with Korr's thrusts starting to quicken, precum oozing liberally from the Zamaar's tip.

It seemed they were rather sensitive, and Carla was happy to take advantage of that, sucking hard with the occasional slurping smack reaching both their ears, while Korr began to thrust even faster.

Their mast began to throb, and Carla realised they were going to cum already. Well, she wasn't going to say no to that...

Her entire situation felt compromised, put in this position and forced to throat Korr's member. Of course, she could have always said no, she had the releases... but this was thrilling. Exciting. An intensity she didn't normally get, though in the back of her mind, didn't think she was going to indulge all that often.

Still, it was hard to maintain a good seal around that pumping member, the constant edging stimulation to her clitoris and elsewhere the cause.

Nonetheless, Carla gave it her all, rocking her head as much as the position allowed, feeling Korr's fingertips dig a little into the back of her head.

The alien huffed and crooned in pleasure, an indication of impending climax.

That, and the more intense pulsing of their cock, and the extra thick dribbling of precum.

Carla was prepared to drink down every drop.

"Haaah... that's a good girl... I'm close... hrrrr, take it~!"

With little warning, Korr reached their peak and smothered Carla's blindfolded face in their crotch, cock pulsing brilliantly, pumping a sizeable load down Carla's throat. And she gulped down every drop eagerly, stimulating that throbbing dick in the process.

Korr shuddered and twitched above Carla, hips jerking into her face carefully, while they slowly composed themselves.

Eventually, they slowly pulled their mast from Carla's lips, leaving only a few tiny dregs to actually dribble onto them, which Carla quickly lapped up, leaving her mouth glistening clean.

Korr took note.

"You swallowed every drop and licked up the rest~? I underestimated you, my sweet girl... so let's see how you handle this~"

It was rather frightening to hear how quickly Korr recovered. And when that gag was placed back over her mouth, Carla could easily see the resolve and confidence the voluptuous Zamaar exuded.

And now... now they were pushing that wand back against Carla's clitoris.

This time, they weren't being easy, firmly rubbing that toy against her bulb over and over again, even as the other toys continued to buzz away.

This quickly drove Carla towards the abyss... and after some final, tortuous edging, she plunged into it.

A muffled cry vibrated Carla's gag, and her body arched in truly intense bliss, shuddering and sputtering around the still-thrumming dildo buried in her pussy.

Korr ground that rod to Carla's bulb harshly and mercilessly, though their efforts were masterful, always pleasant, never uncomfortable. As such, Korr was able to prolong Carla's orgasm for a good length of time.

And then... a new torture presented itself to her; Korr wasn't stopping.

They weren't even slowing down. They maintained the pace and aggression, cackling as they cranked up the wand that last bit of the way to maximum, sliding it down into her labia against the dildo to smear it in Carla's surge of ecstasy, returning to tease that clitoris with merciless intensity.

Carla's eyes went wide, and it wasn't long before she was desperately tugging on her restraints, squirming and thrashing on the gurney, writhing like a snake that had been cut.

Harsh whimpers and desperate cries left her, equal to her manic struggling as her post-orgasmic sensitivity was cruelly exploited, pushing Carla's limits for stimulation to the edge of tolerance.

It was hard to describe how she felt... how both intolerable it felt, and how incredible. How she wanted to desperately free herself from this torture, and how she wanted to see how long she could last.

Korr was testing her limits, and they were ever so gleeful to watch Carla squirm in desperate need for relief.

She even felt tears starting to form in her eyes, her entire body convulsing in overstimulation, the post-orgasmic torture finally starting to become too much for her. She needed relief, respite. An end to this hellish delight.

She couldn't control her muscles, all but throwing herself left and right from how much she was spasming and shuddering. Every twitch an arc of intense stimulation through her nerves, every jolt a harsh lance of intolerable stimulation plaguing her mind.

They continued to tease every single square millimetre of her clit, Carla bucking again as if she had a second orgasm before she even calmed down from the first.

This maddening stimulation... it was perplexing, both wanting it to stop because it was too much, and delighting in the endless high of orgasm. She never knew overstimulation could feel so good... or that she was into this.

Truly, the Zamaar had taught her a great deal about herself, as she thrashed and all but screamed into her mask.

And then, at last, Carla felt relief; Korr pulled the wand away from her clit, turning it off and placing it on the gurney's table.

The dildo was next, removed and deactivated, and the buzzers on her nipples followed.

After that, Korr removed her mask, letting Carla's intense panting fill the room, her chest heaving. Finally, the restraints, Korr loosening and undoing them, freeing Carla from her bondage, though she was a bit too overwhelmed right now to move.

Korr didn't say anything, getting the bottle of water and helping Carla drink some. It was refreshing, and surprisingly invigorating.

A sigh escaped her lips as she finally composed herself, and sat up with Korr's help.

"How was it?" Korr asked, their tone turning gentle. Still sultry, but it was clear dominatrix mode was over.

Carla didn't answer immediately at first, her mind still a bit fried from the sensation. But she eventually found the words, and formed a thin, if slightly giddy, smile.

"It was incredible... I never knew this sort of thing could feel so good," Carla remarked.

"Oh, but I think you did, or you wouldn't have suggested those things. Curiosity was sated, and seems like you're happy with the results~"

Korr giggled, and Carla laughed.

"Definitely~" she remarked. She then looked down with an amount of surprise, noting that Korr's erection was still raging. "You're not soft?"

Korr looked sheepish.

"Yes, well... that was rather thrilling for me too. It got me excited, quite a bit. But it's fine, I can deal with it," Korr assured.

But at that moment, Carla felt a wave of dissatisfaction; no, it was not right for her to leave Korr in this state after they had given her such immense pleasure and delight.

Carla shook her head, and then offered a smile, and a suggestion.

"I'm not completely exhausted... and I'd hate to see you all frustrated."

Korr gave Carla an inquisitive look.

"Are you sure? It's my job to take care of you as the dom, that's why I let you go. You were at your limit."

"I don't think some intimacy to cap things off would be so bad... might even help wind things down."

Korr thought about it for a moment, and then smiled.

"Well, if you're sure about it~"

They giggled, and helped Carla off the gurney and onto the bed, embracing her with roaming hands groping ass and thighs possessively but intimately, Korr's lips meeting Carla's and slipping their tongue into her mouth, to feel Carla's return the favour.

Once Carla's back was upon the bed, Korr climbed atop of her, and both roamed their hands across the other, though Carla was naturally more passive after such an intense session.

Korr didn't seem to mind, and feeling Carla's hands gently knead their voluptuous meat earned salacious croons from their lips.

Feeling Korr atop of her... Carla delighted in the curvaceous weight pressing down on her, soft and warm, breasts smothering her own.

But the Zamaar broke the kiss and shuffled backwards, only to bring their lips and hands to Carla's bust, kneading both breasts in a hand each and swapping between her nipples with that hungering mouth.

There was a fervent energy to Korr's efforts, an assertive desire, but intimate and gentle, and Carla felt every bit of it, sighing as Korr's tongue rolled and swamped her nipples, wincing in delight whenever they wrapped their lips tight around the peaks of their breasts and sucked hard and lustfully, tongue flicking to her teats with wanton lust.

Their kneading hands ensured Carla's bust was sufficiently massaged, each breast feeling fingers dig in as much as was comfortable and stimulating.

But Korr was slowly working their way back up Carla's body, mouth abandoning her nipples to pepper a trail of kisses along her torso, her neck, her cheek, and finally her lips once more.

The Zamaar, however, continued, and kept going until they both grazed their member against Carla's beleaguered clit and across her belly... and drowned her face in deep cleavage.

The human moaned, bringing her hands to the sides of those voluminous globes, kneading them softly, tantalisingly, enjoying how much her fingers sunk into that fatty tissue, a chance she was deprived off until now.

Korr shifted their chest, lifting those globes away until their nipples grazed Carla's lips. An eye for an eye, it seemed. Carla was happy to return the favour.

Her lips wrapped tight around those peaks, tongue curling against Korr's nipples while they were trapped between her lips, continuing to massage the luxurious mounds, squeezing them together and against her face.

All as Korr's member throbbed and leaked precum onto her belly, a pretty strong sign of their arousal.

"Haaa... I've always been a bit of a quick shot, especially if I really allow it~" Korr admitted.

So there was a bit of conscious effort there. Perhaps that's why the deepthroat earlier didn't take that long. Likely out of consideration for Carla.

But she didn't mind if Korr took a little longer this time.

"Mmm, don't force it, just enjoy yourself~" Carla purred, momentarily releasing a nipple with a pop, before returning to her salacious suckling of those sweet teats.

Korr murmured in delight, but soon shuffled back down, sliding their cock between Carla's still rather slick thighs, slowly humping Carla's crotch, grinding their penis against her legs.

It rubbed against her pussy, and helped get her ready for the final climax of the session.

Korr's lips soon returned to Carla's, and human and Zamaaran hands explored the body of the other, groping, squeezing, raking fingers across smooth skin, alien and human alike.

Korr ground themself against Carla's body, both murmuring into the kiss, the Zamaar's humping getting faster and more energetic, until Carla finally felt them shift their hips, and align their tip with her sex.

It was a slow insertion, preceded only by a few teasing prods, but it didn't take all that long before Korr was hilted inside of that tightly clenching pussy.

Korr's member was no vibrating dildo, but Carla liked how it felt, its organic throbbing, its leaky tip, and its textures, though as average as they got for a Zamaar.

It didn't matter; once Korr started thrusting, it felt incredible, Carla still perhaps a little sensitive from the prior sexual torture.

She brought one hand to Korr's rump, and the other to the back of their head, the former squeezing hard and moving with the Zamaar's thrusts.

The alien ground their hips against Carla's crotch, gyrating and twisting to stir their cock about inside her, and it was working; Carla's moans grew more shrill in Korr's mouth.

But the stimulation went both ways, especially when Carla's walls clenched around that invading dick, practically stroking it with sensitive, twitching muscle contractions.

Maybe Carla was a bit quick with the offer, seeming more sensitive than she realised... but hearing Korr's soft, lusting moans pushed all her worries away.

She could endure.

Slowly, Korr picked up the pace, thrusting faster until their crotch slapped against Carla's body, the moist smacking filling the room.

The kiss had to break so both could loose shrill moans of pleasure.

Their breasts were both wobbling, at least as much as possible, given they were still pressed together.

Korr kept going faster, cock throbbing hard inside of Carla's pussy, unable to help themselves.

They fixed the human with a lusty stare.

"I'm... going to cum in you," they warned. Carla had permitted it from the start, and simply cupped Korr's cheek.

"Do it~ I don't mind~"

A look flashed across Korr's face, as if they were saying 'why did you have to say that?' because Carla immediately felt their throbbing intensify.

They humped with greater vigour than ever, the bed creaking and both of them rocking. Korr sealed their lips to Carla's once more, tongue thrusting into her mouth, met by Carla's equally vigorous muscle.

The debauched smacking was a lusty symphony, sending them both to final heights of ecstasy.

Until Korr couldn't stand it anymore and slammed their hips hard into Carla's pussy, each forceful jerk of their hips another load released into her depths, rope after rope of alien cum delighting Carla with its warmth.

Those sharp humps were enough to send Carla over the edge, shuddering and writhing beneath the voluptuous Zamaar.

Both of them cried out in bliss, and promptly silenced themselves with another kiss, embracing each other tightly.

Once the peak had passed, they slowly wound down, loosening up and breaking the kiss.

They were quiet for a moment, smiling at each other before Korr spoke.

"Thank you, Carla~ This was a wonderful session~" they purred.

"And thank you, for all you did~"

Korr giggled, and pulled out of Carla, some alien semen trickling onto the sheets.

"Don't worry, I'll clean up. You just get yourself washed up, and you can leave whenever you want. There's a set of private changing rooms with showers further down the hall."

Carla nodded, and was helped up off the bed. Korr handed her a wet wipe and a disposable cloth to do some cursory cleaning, namely whatever was leaking out of her pussy.

With that done, Carla got back in her suit, watching Korr do the same, cock retreating back into their body.

The curvy Zamaar had thoroughly imprinted themself into Carla's memory.

Before Carla left, she got Korr's attention, and gave them a farewell kiss.

"Maybe I'll see you again someday, or before we leave the station again."

Korr smiled, even though the chances weren't terribly likely.

"I'd like that."

With that done, they shared a giggle, and Carla left the room.

It was nice having a good, warm shower after such an intense bout of lovemaking, but Carla had, admittedly, bitten off more than she could really chew, just a bit wobbly on her feet.

She didn't think she was going to do anything like that again any time soon, but definitely a nice occasional 'treat'.

Maybe she'd even toy with being a dom... was she always a switch? Self-discovery was always so complex...

Unfortunately, she made no progress on the other discovery; finding out if that mysterious Zamaar was here, and what they had to do with The Tangerine.

She sighed, and dried off her hair, getting ready to leave, walking out into the hallway.

That's when she heard talking. Muffled, quiet, and indistinct. It was coming from down the hall, at the end.

Curious, Carla moved closer, wondering just what she was hearing, putting her ear against the door. She still couldn't make out anything, so she decided to crack it open.

There was talking... and one of the voices sounded familiar.

"Look, we've finished loading and hit the kill switch. Nothing should be going wrong on the ship now, but... dammit, they know something," the Zamaar said with worry, voice lowered.

It was the Zamaar they were trying to find.

Carla went still, realising her suspicions were right.

She needed to listen in, but she had to be careful, or things could go very badly if she was caught.

There was a room next to the door to the store room, and left its door cracked open in case she had to sneak into it. Carefully, she inched the storeroom's door wider, peering inside, pulling out her tablet and switching to its recorder.

There was the Zamaar, looking at several other people, the room much larger than it seemed. But Carla couldn't make them out.

"It doesn't matter," a man's voice answered, also quiet, revealing that humans were involved in this. "As long as they make it to their destination."

"But what if they find out?"

"They won't, as long as we play it cool. And even if they do, we'll be gone before then. Just keep it quiet, and stop worrying. Once the ship gets there, we'll all be rich."

"If you keep fretting," another feminine voice spoke, "then they'll find out for sure. So for fuck's sake, quit complaining already."

"Alright," the first relented, sounding defeated. "What does the boss say?"

"The boss says we're good to go, and soon. No need to fuck it up now," the man said.

"And then we'll all be catching a ride out of here," the second voice remarked.

"Right..." the Zamaar murmured. "I'll be off then."

Footsteps approached the door.

Carla felt a little panic, pulling the door shut as quietly as she could and slipped into the other room.

Unfortunately, she fumbled with the door, causing it to start opening. She reached for the door... just as the storeroom opened, the very Zamaar they were following bumping into the door and looking right at Carla's face.

At first she panicked internally, especially seeing the tension on the Zamaar's face.

Was she completely screwed?

"Oh, sorry, excuse me," was all they said, and passed Carla by, heading for the exit without and further incident.

Carla blinked; she had no idea how that Zamaar didn't panic or suspect something... did they think she was leaving the changing room?

The human sighed, wondering if she just got insanely lucky. But there was no time to dwell on it.

She was certain she had just heard talk about some criminal scheme involving her ship. Smuggling perhaps? Or something more sinister. She had no idea.

Only that the suspicions of everyone on the ship had been all but confirmed; it was sabotage. Now Carla just needed to find out how.

But she couldn't do it alone, and already she was at tremendous risk.

And going to the station authorities was risky, what if they alerted the criminals? Or were in on it, avoiding the attention of the Hergo.

No, there was only one person she could go to about this, the one person she could really trust.

Captain J'mai.