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"Welcome to Gamma Station!" The sign once read at a time. Nowadays the sign was covered with so much graffiti of names, groups, or lewd images that the original message was barily legible. Combine it all with the either passed out drunk or possibly dead body laying slumped against the wall and you have a pretty good mindset of what you're about to get yourself into upon docking a ship here. Hell, even the station's peacekeeping force was in the pocket of the black market here and everyone knew it.

The Fool's Luck was a popular tavern on the station, marketed as a deep space home away from home, the place was honestly more of a hole in the wall than anything. With a wide assortment of drinks and galactic sports on the large holographic projection screens, it kept any patrons entertained, the real business happened in the back room however.

Ian Cunningham was a small unassuming man, more of a boy really. He was in his early 20s with a youthful face that commonly got him carded at places that actually checked ID, unlike Gamma Station. By no means what one would consider physically intimidating, Ian was around 5 feet, 3 inches tall, and about as thick around as a stick. His golden blonde hair was just long enough to be pulled back into a short pony tail behind him. Indeed Ian was most definitely not one to be called having an intimidating presence, but yet the porcine alien sitting across the table from the boy sweat all the same. Ian rubbed his fingers against the cold metal of his cybernetic eye, staring out at the alien with the unnerving mismatched gaze of his normal blue eye, and the electronic glow from his metallic red one

"Please forgive this lapse in paymet sir. It's purely a.. misunderstanding on my associates part I assure you!" The boar like man-beast had a shakiness to his voice, his coarse fur standing on end. He was easily a head and half taller than Ian, probably twice as large around, and even had his own security personnel waiting by the door and yet, this small human frightened him to no end.

Ian was the majority backer for the establishment, holding both the buildings deed as well as practically paying the staff's paychecks. He took a deep breath, keeping from sighing openly to this alien. "Well the regular payment is late. The loss of your business will be the least of your worries if I find you're skimping from the top or you have a rat stashing money.. no offense Jones." The human said to one of the large guards standing nearby the door, a rodent male who grinned in response and laughed softly the standard teasing he received.

The Porcine alien shook his head. "No, no just a misunderstanding I promise you. The credits will be transferred by 17:00 galactic standard time, I swear sir." He gave a tusk filled smile, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief from his pocket.

Pushing his chair out and standing up, Ian walked towards the door. "See that it is, I'll be on station for a few days longer. There's an itch I need scratching that only this place can satisfy right now." The rodent guard opened the door for the boy as he left, nodding to him politely.

Once the boy was well and gone, the porcine smacked his hand flat against the table, splintering it. "That arrogant little shit, I'd crush him into paste and put his meat into the sloppy joes if he didn't have enough money to hire every bounty hunter in the galaxy out on me even from the grave." He sighed, wiping his hand with the same rag he had used for his sweat. "Pull the credits from the vault, going to have to play nicely for awhile until he stops suspecting me now.." He muttered to his guards.

The bartender wordlessly offered a drink to Ian as he left, and earth imported whiskey on ice. Taking the glass Ian found an empty booth and sunk down into the cushioned seat. Sipping slowly from it, Ian finally let out the sigh he had been holding in this entire time as his mind slowly drifted at his reflection in the liquid. "Would father and mother even recognize me anymore I wonder?" He asked out loud to himself.

Ian's family had been the owners of a startup business of delivery transports. Starting out with only their own ship it had slowly expanded into a small fleet of star ships over the years. By the time Ian was about 7 years old his family had a sizable holding of credits to their account that grew daily. His parents had never been one to sit behind in an office while others handled the deliveries, they much preferred to lead from the front. Ian himself had been on the ship at the time of the incident. He had only recalled when the ship suddenly rocked hard, throwing him against the wall and a sickening crunch following. The lights dimmed, warning sirens blaring through the ship, smoke filling the air, they were all just hazy memories but Ian does recall the families retainer, a cyborg man rushing in and picking Ian up. The duo had made towards the escape pods with the cyborg trying again and again to raise the cockpit for Ian's parents, only static answered each time. He can only recall the pod doors closing with a hiss as they sealed tightly before him and the only person he could call family now escaped.

Breaking from his reverie, Ian noticed he had been unconsciously rubbing the area around his cybernetic eye. One of the resulting injuries amongst a few others from that event had been loss of vision in his right eye, forcing him to get the replacement. By the time Ian had awoken the surgery was already performed along with the treatment of a few broken bones. His families retainer had regretfully informed him that his parents were proclaimed dead, shifting the fortune and controlling stakes of the business to the boy. The rest of the conversation had been filled with talk regarding things like shareholders and the company stocks but it had gone unnoticed to young Ian, he simply curled into a ball and cried, mourning the loss of his parents. The official reports placed it as just another pirate attack and let him wholely without details.

Years later with much tutoring and plenty of assistance from trusted advisors, Ian not only turned his families business back around but got it to being one of the galaxy's foremost delivery services. Unlike his parents however, Ian learned that sometimes clients and situations didn't call for professionalism and business acumen so much as it did a hulking Mastodonian guard at your back and small battalion of Gnoll mercs on staff. He had learned the harshness of the universe and wasn't afraid to use it for his own gain from time to time. And yet despite his success and these under the table deals, it still kept Ian awake at night knowing his parents would be disappointed with his conduct.

Ian had come to Gamma station for more than just this minor business transaction, this was one of the few places that openly traded in what some might consider illegal commodities if you knew where to look, and Ian was definitely their target audience. Finishing up his drink, he slid his bank card through the credit reader on the table, getting a confirmation chime a moment later. Ian pulled his coat tightly around him as he left the bar, partly to keep his nicer clothes covered but also because it was just chilly. Any resident of Gamma Station knew where the black markets were, most of it was out right in the open after all. The particular interest Ian was having right now though required one of the more secluded marketplaces. He turned a corner and went into a small shop off the main street, a place that sold in jewelry. The avian woman of a sunny yellow color bowed to him formally, wearing traditional style china dress. "Something I can assist you with today?" She asked happily, though Ian knew there were likely dozens of unseen eyes on them at this very moment watching his response.

"I'm interested in a special gem, perhaps you know the kind? Red like a ruby, but dark as night..." He spoke the key words that had been sold to him for this occasion. Her eyes widened for the briefest of moments, perhaps not expecting someone like him to utter the phrase, but she bowed again to him and ushered Ian towards behind the display counter.

"Right this way sir." She still gave him curious glances from the corner of her eye when she thought he wasn't looking as she lead Ian down a small hallway behind the main store and stopped at a large ornate rug on the floor. She pulled it up, tossing the material aside to expose the outlines of a trap door. "Just stand there, it'll be but a moment."

Ian raised an eyebrow but did as instructed, standing in the middle of the square outline. He noticed the avian woman pressing a few buttons on the air conditioning unit of all things, before a lurching beneath his feet caused the trap door to begin lowering. The last sight he saw was the avian woman's smile as she waved to him saying "Have fun."

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The elevator lowered deeper and deeper into the shaft, panels of light built into the wall illuminated the descent every dozen feet or so. Ian lost track of how long the platform had been moving before it finally came to a stop with a loud clang. A small electronic eye above the outline of a door came to life, filling the elevator platform with a red scanning laser before a soft chime sounded. The door slid open soundlessly, admitting Ian in one of the shadiest underbellies of Gamma Station.

This was the slave markets, immediately recognizable as the peddler's stands were set up as you would find with any normal merchandise. There were no fruit or fabric sales down here though, instead the merchandise were people. Races from across every corner of the galaxy were gathered here; both male, female, and in some cases both. Ian passed by the crowds of people loitering around, taking careful look the display of those being sold as he went. "Let's see here..." Ian spoke softly out loud to himself as he noticed each race.

"Hm, that one's got both a Naga and Lamia breed, interesting.." The snake like beings were cousin races, having developed on the same planet, but under different conditions and tending to war with one another because of it. The thought actually amused him for the moment as he noticed the two small females huddle together in one another's arms, having put aside any racial tension in the face of such uncertainty. Ian entertained the idea of sharing the evening with them, having those muscular tails wrapped comfortably around him; but the same thought of them risking their own death by slave collar at the chance to kill him with those same squeezing motions cut off the further thought.

The next stall down the line seemed to specialize in the more brutish races. The sleezy looking Salamander boasted that every one of his slaves were all implanted with behavior controlling chips to insure obedience. Ushering people in to his selection, Ian could see the rows of stock still, attention ready Mastodonians of both races on one side. Even in the idle stance they all seemed to be kept in, the glowing lines on the races traditional tech armor covering still shone brilliantly. The human briefly wondered how the Mastodonians even went about having sex, surely the males had to have a penis and the females a vagina, though when viewing one of the species the only differences in gender where slight changes in the build and the pitch of the mechanized voice coming from whatever the creature was beneath all of the power armor. Ian already had a Mastodonian on staff anyway, legally too, as amusing as the though of trying to figure out how to romance one might be.

The rest of the Salamanders slaves were a race of lesser beings known simply as Ogres. The beasts were sapient enough to know language and take commands but they had never ventured beyond the stars under their own power. They barely had the brain power to construct their own cities, and anything involving advance tech was pretty well out the window. Their true value came in the fact that the race was not only physically well adapted due to the high gravity of their planet, but they had also evolved to have 4 arms in total. The mostly featureless reptilian like beings had come in well across the galaxy as heavy lifters for otherwise menial labor. Ian also wasn't looking for a muscle girl who might even accidentally break something on him in the throes of passion.

Ian was beginning to worry this was going to be a fruitless search. He thought of the typically more sensual races as he passed stall after stall, but no mere Human, Avian, Lagomorph, or Vulpine would satisfy him right now, and anything too exotic was likely to kill him. The boy sighed softly, shoving his hands inside of the coat's pockets as he walked. Just about to give up his little trip down here when he heard it. Moaning... It wasn't a half restrained, displeased at being pleasured by it kind of way that usually came from slaves either. No, this was moaning of pure lust and excitement. Following his ears towards the destination of the sound, Ian found a booth that had drawn a bit of a crowd to block the entrance from casual passerby. Pushing his way in to get a good look he found them.

An alien race Ian had never even encountered before! They were practically twins, large chubby forms that were completely naked of course, blue skinned with a humanoid body, the largest striking difference was their sharply pointed ears. Flowing black hair with pure white bangs, they both had amethyst colored eyes with a slit pupil much like a feline would have. Ian was just as interested in them as the act that they were performing. Both of these aliens females were happily riding a sybian, grinding their pussies hard into it again and again. The volume of their pleasured screams grew higher and higher as the two groped one another's large breasts.

Ian pushed through the crowds until he found the stall's owner, an older human man with a bushy grey mustache and receding hairline. "Sir, what.. are they? I've never seen their race before."

The older man eyes Ian for a moment before a wide, yellowing tooth smile spread across his face. "The boy's never seen himself an Elasarian eh?" He laughed with a crackle that spoke of years of lung damage. "Feast your eyes then lad. Them ladies be the finest specimens of sex and lust in the galaxy, hell in the entire universe!" He turned his gaze back to the slaves as the two Elasarian females screamed again in pleasure, a fresh dripping of feminine cum dripping down the sex toys and between their spread thighs. "Their race is born with hyper libidos and high skin sensitivity. Always looking for a good strong fuck, these babes live for the hardest orgasms they can get. Already gotten several offers but aint no one got deep enough pockets for these sweethearts!" He grinned, clearly proud of himself.

"How much...?" Ian asked simply, his eyes locked to the two gorgeous girls as they came again and again for one another and the crowd, the moans of screams of one heightened the other into her own orgasm and vice versa.

"Eh? Stupid kid, go grow up a few more years and come back when you got some hair on your balls." The old seller started to laughed again but cut short when he saw the dark glare move across Ian's face. "Er, well I'm only selling them as a pair since they're sisters and all so it's pretty damn expensive. Elasarians are pretty rare you know, bunch of space nomads so there aint just some planet we can pillage for more. Them two come out to a whopping total of 4 Million creds for the pair." He grinned with a shrug.

"A mighty number, folks could buy an entire new star ship for the cost of your two slaves. How about a buy myself an evening first and if I like them enough I'll buy out the rest." The boy rubbed a hand across his chin as he continued to watch. Raising an eyebrow sharply, the older man went to voice a complaint regarding that when he noticed Ian raise a cred chip and put it in the old slave masters hand. "I've put 2 Million on that chip, if I like what I experience you'll get the other half. Fair...?" Ian had an amused look on his face.

The man nodded vigorously, suddenly very accommodating to the boy. "Of course sir! Er, let me just get them to go for you. There's a club down here you can use then, the guards are on the markets pay, not mine so you don't have to worry about any trickery from my side of this deal. Hey, Janna, Lanna! Get your sweet asses off there, you have a master..." The two Elasarian's looked towards Ian with hazy, lust filled eyes, and lolled out tongues. Somewhat regretfully the two alien females rose up from the sybian and staggered towards him. Their chubby, large frames seeming to dwarf Ian as they stood beside him, running their hands over his body. "Come on now, gotta get you two all prettied up first." The two mummer agreements as they followed the master into the back of the stall, behind a curtained area.

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After a few minutes the two reemerged wearing only a pair of latex thigh-high boots with large heels, giving them easily an extra six inches of height on their already overwhelming size compared to Ian. The slickness had been cleaned up from their thighs, legs, and breasts, as well as the haze having seemed to have cleared from their eyes. They looked at the human with expectancy and intelligence. The two were definitely twins now that Ian got a better look at them. Smiling to them, which the returned happily he offered his arms to them. The Elasarians wrapped around each of his arms, pressing their large breasts against him. "Shall we then?" He asked, as they lead him down the street towards the aforementioned club.

"A trick question master, your wish is our pleasure.." The sister on his left leaned in close to his ear to whisper seductively, dragging her tongue across it and gently nibbling on the lobe. Ian noticed the other biting her lip as she watched the exchange. The doors to the club slid open automatically, letting out a rush of electronic music. The doorman just inside took one look at them and pointed down a hall. "You've already been covered! Just take an empty room!" The large Rhino-morph shouted above the noise.

The private VIP room was instantly silent to the sounds of the rest of the club outside as the door closed. Everything from an in room bar, to stripper pole, reinforced bed, and even shackles and chains on the wall adorned the room. The two Elasarians bounded towards the bed, their chubby forms from thighs, to ass, breasts, and even bellies bouncing as they giggled and jumped onto the bed.

Ian himself went to the bar and selected a nice wine, pouring a glass as he regarding the two giggling, and now groping girls. "A question, I don't see any discipline collars or signs of behavior chipping. Neither of you seem the least bit bothered by your fate of a sex slave. No, instead you seem to be enjoying it. Why is that?"

Having interrupted the sisters in mid make out session, they parted from each others lips with a sigh, a string of saliva still connecting them. One looked over at him panting as she smiled and pat the bed. "Come sit master, we'll show you why." Ian shrugged as she tipped back the last of the wine and set the glass down on the counter top before joining them. The moment he was sat on the bed the alien females set about unbutton his clothes, particularly his pants but otherwise simply leaving the clothes on. "But first, we feel like dancing." The other sister answered this time, the two moving surprisingly agile on their feet wearing the huge heels. Turning on a sound system built into the room, the sisters took up place around the stripper pole as the hard electronic music got up to speed. The two moved to the music, grinding against one another and the metal pole. Their hands never ceased for a moment, sliding along their own or the others bodies at any given moment. The touches were particularly centered around their massive tits until simple rubbing was no longer enough and hands began squeezing down. The seductive show soon returned to the aliens making out, each sticking tongues out to meet the sisters mouth. Soft, almost muted moaning punctuated between songs as Ian watched with great interest until even the kissing was no longer enough. Parting from each other, the sisters stared deeply into each others eyes as the hazy, lust filled gaze moved back in.

One of the twins leaned down, wrapping her tongue around one of her sister's nipples and suckling on it. The moaning increased in pitch again as the music played, providing a background to this incestuous lovemaking. Every time Ian thought this strange new alien race would stop surprising him, he noticed a steady drip of milk running from the nipple. Sitting forward as he watched, the human boy hadn't even realized he was sporting a massive erection at the moment, tenting the front of his boxers. This fact however, had not gone unnoticed to the Elasarian sisters as they stopped to stare towards him. "So which one or you is which? This is going to be confusing you know." Ian cleared his throat, trying to distinguish between them.

Taking a moment to think about it, the girls whispered something between themselves before helping one another with their hair. After they were done, one sister now wore a ponytail while the other had a simple braid. "I'm Janna." The one with the braid said. "And my sister is Lanna." She pointed to the one wearing the ponytail who waved. "And right now, we really just wanna suck your cock, may we master?" Janna asked him boldly.

Ian was surprised by the forwardness of it, never having met a girl who had done so. Nodding his head and spreading his legs apart "You may do so." As soon as the permission was given, both Elasarians dropped to hands and knees to crawl forward to where he sat, the thick latex of the thigh high boots rubbing against one another as they moved. Unfortunately due to how large both girls were, and how small Ian was, only Lanna was able to fit between his legs. She happily pulled the waistband of his boxers down around his human cock before burying his manhood between her overwhelming breasts, sheathing him in the warm surrounding flesh of her cleavage. It became less of a tit fuck and more of a smother fuck Ian mused to himself as his entire shaft was rubbed at the same time. Janna had not remained idle either, sitting behind her smaller master she wrapped her hands around to his chest, settling his head in between her own breasts as she gave him an impromptu set of ear mufflers.

"You see, Elesarian's are born with such an incredibly high level of empathetic feelings it almost borders of a psychic trait. So when our partners are excited, or turned on, or ready to cum..." She shivered, moaning deep in her throat. "We feel it just as they do. Then combine that with a species trait of being incredibly sensitive touch as well as an insatiable lust that leaves us almost eternally horny and you can see why we're so highly sought after as lovers." She softly cooed in Ian's ear, bring a hand up to gently stroke his hair while her other fished out his cock from between her sister's breasts to stroke it. "Ahhh, gods yes... that feels so good even for us, but even more so is when we get to give blow jobs. Swallowing a cock deep in our throats, our bodies can orgasm from that alone, ahh!" Janna cried out as Ian tweaked one of her nipples between his fingers.

Lanna, slightly disappointed as the cock was pulled from between her breasts, perked back up when she was presented with her new masters cock right before her face. Licking her lips she leaned in and dragged her tongue along his length and over her sister's stroking fingers. "Oh yes.. I want it so bad now. I'm gonna cum so hard for you master." She tried to say with a sultry tone, though to Ian it sounded more needy than anything else. Her hot breath blew across his dick as she took it into her mouth, suckling on the tip while her sister continued stroking him. As soon as his length touched her tongue, her body seized up in shivering as she moaned around him in her mouth.

Curious if Lanna had been serious or not, Ian rubbed his toes between her thighs and found them definitely wet from a fresh orgasm. Turning his head, he couldn't help but bite down on one of Janna's plump looking nipples sitting right beside his face, rolling the sensitive flesh around with his tongue and feeling Janna squirm from excitement. She softly moaned encouragement to him as both hands dutifully continued stroking his cock and through Ian's hair. "Mmm... So you see master. The reason why we are such willing slaves is because by doing so it means we get all the sex an Elasarian could crave and then some." She panted hotly as her sister batted away Janna's hand to deep throat the boy's cock, her nose pressed all the way to his crotch as she swallowed around his shaft. "M-master.. I can't take it anymore now either. Please fuck me.. I have sooo many fun things to teach you about our bodies."

Ian allowed her to pull her breast from his mouth for a moment as she shifted around his body to straddle his lap. Her sister refused to move just yet, soaking up as much pleasure as she could having his cock in her throat. From this new vantage point Ian could see very clearly as Janna slid a hand down her body to spread up her pussy for him, putting on display an interesting trait. She had two clits, one where any normal female would but one of the opposite end as well "Lanna move, I need to demonstrate for our new master all about our races special pussy."

Whining sadly, the twin pulled away from his delicious dick with one last lick before helping to line up his member with her dripping entrance. Slowly Janna sunk down, impaling herself on his cock as she bit down on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. As her hips came to rest against his, with his shaft fully hilted inside of her, Ian got the biggest surprise yet. The Elasarian's pussy had small, but highly flexible tentacles inside of them. Both Ian and Janna shuddered in unison as she tightened around his manhood, a gush of feminine fluids soaking both of their thighs. The tendrils inside of her tight tunnel felt very much like a tongue to the human, they wrapped around his length both squeezing and rubbing every inch of him. To top it all off, he felt an actual tongue a moment later gently lapping at his balls. As he looked around the chubby alien on his lap to see Lanna, he noticed the unattended sister had a hand between her thighs, rubbing against the latex material as she shoved fingers deep inside of herself.

Janna grabbed his attention back however, sliding her fingers across his chin and gently tipping him back to look at her. She brought his head forward towards one of her awaiting breasts, which he opened his mouth for. Biting down on her nipple, he started suckling from it as she rode his lap. Grinding against his lap Janna made sure he was hitting all the right places inside of her wet slit as a steady tone of moaning left her mouth. With the curvy Elasarian slowly bouncing on his cock, Ian felt the flow of milk escape from her breast as it dripped into his mouth. He happily swallowed each drop from her, finding the taste to be absolutely alluring. It was sweet without being overpowering, a gentle taste that urged him to sleep. The feeling however was sharply contrasted with each movement she made across his shaft.

Soon the pace rapidly increased as Janna bounced on his cock, almost sliding out of her hole before thrusting along with her motions to drive his manhood back inside to find those inviting tendrils within. Janna began having orgasm after orgasm as she rode, her body shuddering more intensely after each one as the blissed out look settled over her face. With a lolled out tongue and her eyes practically rolled back into her head, she screamed as every muscle in her body tensed at once, flooding Ian's lap with her feminine cum. She went limp in his grasp with a look of pure happiness on her face. Ian released her milk dribbling nipple from his mouth to check the alien. She had actually managed to pass out from the force of her orgasm, a fact that caused him to laugh. "Amazing, here Lanna help me lower her to the floor." He instructed the second girl as she mournfully pulled away from licking his balls clean of her sister's fluids. He had been painful pent up and maintained just barely on the edge from blowing his load, a fact he desired to hold back until the perfect moment was presented. The pair slowly lowered the unconscious alien female to the floor where she slept for the moment, Janna's hands rubbing across her own soaked thighs all on their own.

"And you..." Ian addressed Lanna, the female turning to give him her full attention even though her gaze shifted slowly towards his cock. "Finish what you started." The human boy motioned to his dick, which earned his a wide smile and a slight gasp of happiness from the lusty alien. She eagerly wrapped her lips and tongue back around his length, tasting the mix of his pre cum and her sister's pussy juice. The sensation drove Lanna wild and she moaned once more around his cock. Savoring her new master's taste as she bobbed her head, taking him again into the back of her throat, the Elasarian felt her own orgasm building up once more. His shaft throbbed strongly in her mouth and she felt his balls tightening beneath him, signaling the start of his own climax and setting off hers. Her fingers darted between her thighs as she rubbed her clit fiercely, ushering in another intense shuddering through her body as she came hard again.

Ian gave her a gentle push away, popping his cock from her mouth to lay her down beside her sister. The unconscious Janna reawakening slightly as she wrapped her hands around her sister. This was what Ian had been waiting for as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stoked himself hard and fast. The surge of cum shot out from his tip in a thick stream as shot after shot emptied from his balls. He coated them from head to toe in his cream, splattering across those latex boots, across their crotches and thighs, both chubby bellies and breasts, and then finally finishing with a smear across both girls faces. He moaned the entire time was he felt the spunk draining from him, this was easily the hardest Ian had ever cum in his life and it showed. The sisters treated him once again to a sight as they resumed making out, fingers brushing across each others cum soaked cheeks as they shoved their tongues in the others mouth.

Slumping down on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, Ian took a deep breath. Rubbing a hand across his face he took a deep breath and sighed happily. "Damn, guess I gotta send that other half now. Definitely one of my better investments." The sisters pulled their mouths away to nuzzle one another and look up at him with smiles. "So, who's ready for round two?"