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The Space Bimbo Chapter 11: The Troublesome Client For Engy By Draconicon

"This is boring."

Hey, I said that you'd have protection, not that there'd be wonder-studs, VANE said. Did you expect expert sex-fighters to come through the door every hour?

"Well, at least every so often."

Jo shook her head as she sat on the podium in the middle of the brothel. She knew that there wasn't much chance of getting someone as hot and sexy as the Boy Toys, honestly. She doubted that Barnabas was paying them. Hell, she doubted that they were allowed off the station with the sexologist's constant need of experimental subjects. He was probably having the time of his life getting all of his research done.

But she did expect someone that was a little more daring and a little more fun from time to time.

She looked down at her breasts as they shrunk back in. The last client had turned her into a walking pile of tits, giving her boobs that were bigger than her upper body and forcing her to lie on them as he fucked them. It had taken all of two minutes for him to cum, and not once did he touch her nipples or her pussy.

The guy before that had given her a bombshell of a body, her hips and tits just about equal in size for the hourglass shape that so many people seemed to love, and he had been more than willing to fuck her pussy as hard as he could...

For about five seconds.

Those two were the most recent, but they were symptomatic of the brothel experience, she was finding. The people that wound up down here were the ones that weren't getting sex elsewhere in the universe and needed to pay for it. Considering how plentiful sex actually was, she should have thought about that before she ended up here.

Hey, at least you're learning some new kinks, huh?

The AI wasn't wrong, but the lizard didn't quite consider that a positive. After all, just because she was learning a kink didn't mean that she was getting into that kink. The foot fetish stuff that some of her visitors liked was okay - and she had to admit, getting her feet licked and worshiped before she put them all over the client's body was rather nice - but the guy that wanted watersports was kicked out faster than a ship could jump to light speed. And the guys that wanted something worse than that were dealt with just as harshly.

Musk play was something that a lot of the clients shared, but most of them didn't have as strong a scent as they thought they did. Still, it was easy enough to roleplay going mind-blank when they started telling her that she was losing her mind to their balls, dick, feet, or whatever it was that they were presenting to her and telling her to smell. It was okay.

Transformation, however, seemed to be the name of the game for most of them. She looked down at the little remote that was planted into the base of her podium, knowing that it was locked to her. She had tried to use it once or twice out of experimentation, but the brothel madam - a sissy 'dragoness' that looked after her and the other employees - had specifically keyed it against her DNA. There was no way for her to alter herself.

Only clients had that privilege, and speaking of which...

The lizard pulled herself upright, completely naked for a change. She pressed her big tits to the glass between her and the panther that walked in, grinding her breasts against the smooth, transparent barrier. When the panther looked down, his eyes going towards her pussy, she spread her legs and squatted down.

"Hmmm..."

She could hear his considering sound, then smiled as he picked up the remote. He started fiddling with it, reaching for one of the switches down at the base.

Jo gasped, not entirely faking the sudden pleasure that was filling her from the crotch and swelling outwards. Her clit swelled beneath the hood, getting thicker and filling with blood before it pushed out. At first, it was little more than a button, but the lizard knew it wasn't going to stop there.

No, with a slurping sound, it started pushing out, growing, throbbing out in the shape of a new dicklet. It was already three inches long, but the panther was holding the button down, making it grow bigger and bigger.

Jo put on a bit of a show, but it was only a slight one. There was definite pleasure at being made to grow, at being made to change. She hunched her hips forward, grinding her new cock against the glass in front of her, smooshing it against it. The panther was staring at her all the while, staring at her new 'cock' as it started to grow, and grow, and grow.

Three inches became four, five, six, seven before he finally let go. She panted, her pussy dripping down her thighs, her eyes half-closed as she savored the feeling of her clit having grown so long.

It was different to having a penis, very, very different. Unlike a cock, which was sensitive at the head and a lot less so further down the shaft, her clit cock maintained the same sensitivity from top to bottom, making it very hard to ignore the feelings that were running through it. She had to bite her lip to keep herself focused, particularly as he started playing with the rest of her body.

The dials and knobs and switches on the remote let clients do whatever they wanted to her body, even going so far as to shift her species. She groaned as her scales became dark fur, turning her into a hermaphroditic version of the panther in front of her. She posed, turning to the side as the black fur sprouted from between her scales, as her tail became furred and slender rather than smooth and thick.

She was up on her tiptoes for a moment, her feet becoming paws, when he turned the species dial and changed her again.

This time, he turned her into a dolphin. Her face pushed forward, her muzzle becoming a bottle-nosed snout, one that forced its way further forward than her muzzle had done by several inches. She grunted at the feeling of pressure caving into the back of her neck as a blowhole popped in, and the sensation of balding, of losing all her fur so that she could have the smooth skin of a dolphin, was dizzying in its intensity.

Her cock slid inside of a slit at her crotch as she shifted, and she could feel her pussy disappearing as well, growing balls.

And then, just as she was starting to get a flipper tail, the panther shook his head, tossing the remote back to where it was supposed to be and walking off.

The sensation of transformation was pleasant, but having someone just stop like that was the equivalent of getting blue balls from hell. Jo could remember that feeling all too well. For that matter, she had balls for the moment, so she could feel it right then, though it was fading as her dolphin form faded.

It took about five minutes for her to go back to her standard lizard form, and when the transformation was done, she squatted down and sighed.

This is boring.

I know, VANE admitted. I kinda hoped for more than this.

Neither of them were having as good a time as they wanted, despite getting orgasms aplenty from the sissy 'mistress' of the brothel. Every employee was rewarded with one orgasm per client, and if the client themselves didn't deliver the orgasm, then they were applied to the different employees via machine at the end of the day in rapid succession.

Pleasurable, even fun, but it wasn't the same as the rush and the raw heat and pleasure that she got from sex-fighting and putting herself out there.

Still...there was something to be said for the safety here, even though there was nothing that she ever had to worry about. There'd never been that blood-pumping terror of being ambushed, outnumbered, knowing that she could become a slave in seconds if she let her guard down or if she let them get the better of her.

But that was part of the fun, honestly. The risk, the danger, the fact that she was putting something on the line...without that, the whole sex thing was a bit boring, really.

"Well, well, well..."

That voice. She lifted her head back from the glass, looking down at the front of her podium.

It was the otter. Still curvy, though with bigger boobs than the last time that Jo had seen her, Elizabeth stood on the other side of the glass wearing a smirk and little more. She seemed to have abandoned some of her armor for the nude look, with body paint or tattoos just visible through her fur coat.

"Look at this. The legendary bimbo, whoring herself out at the cheapest brothel in town. And here I thought that you could sink no lower."

...The cheapest brothel? she thought, glaring at VANE.

Well, it was also the closest...and I didn't think that we'd be able to get into one of the more prestigious ones.

We'll talk about this later.

"So, what are you doing, slumming it down here?" Jo asked, leaning back, arms crossed beneath her breasts. "Can't afford the better ones? Is business that bad for you lately?"

"Hardly. I just thought I'd come down and see my property again."

Property. Her cheeks burned at the thought of being referred to that way, but...but there was something right about it, too, something that she had to fight against that was trying to make her bow her head to the otter.

Property. She was owned until she could dominate the other, which meant that she needed to do something to draw Elizabeth into a proper sex-fight. She could win that, she was pretty sure. She had been winning in the war all the time, after all, and though she had no weapons in the brothel, she was pretty sure that the otter was at just as much of a disadvantage.

"Alright. Yeah. I'm whoring myself. Why, did you want to take a turn?" the lizard asked.

"I thought that I might see if you're any good without a dick. That last round was a tie, after all."

That had been pretty accurate. The two of them had gone at it for a while, and the lizard had been pretty surprised at the other woman's raw stamina for things. It was like trying to outfuck something elemental. She had thrown herself against that wall again and again, fucking pussy and ass and pussy again, and only barely managed to meet the other woman's strength of body.

Today, though...

Today is gonna be different.

Why?

One. I'm well-rested. Two, I had the chance to learn what she likes. I know how to get her off this time.

The lizard smirked as she pushed herself against the glass, her green nipples flattened against the barrier.

"Alright. Then pay the cost. You and I can fuck this out for as long as you can afford it."

"Let's see how long you can take it when I get serious."

I'll get the popcorn, VANE said, and she could feel the AI settling down in the back of her head. She doubted that she was going to get any help from him. That was good; she didn't want any help in this particular match. She wanted to settle this personally.

The floor under her disappeared as the otter paid the fee, and she was sucked through a few tubes into the room that was assigned to her. She plopped out, feet first, and landed on a bed, some bondage straps already prepared.

Heh, going for a tie-down, are we?

The lizard willingly put her legs down, the binding leather wrapping around her. The nanites that were shoved into the material knew how to seek out flesh and wrap around it, and would continue to grip until they were turned off at the source. Not something that was the most easy to escape, really, particularly when it was blindly seeking out more flesh at all times.

Soon, her legs were pulled as far apart as they could go, her pussy spread open a bit from the pressure on her legs, and her asshole likewise. The door to her room opened, and the otter smirked at her.

"Well, well, look who's been fucking herself open," Elizabeth said.

"Well, look who's been painting herself with slut stripes. What's the matter, getting partners so dumb that they need to be shown where to put their hands?"

"What's the matter with you, so loose that you can only fuck horses?"

"What's the matter with you, so desperate that you'll start buying sex?"

"Oooooh, I'm going to make you pay for that one."

The otter crossed the room, laying over the bound lizard with a smile on her face and a chuckle in her throat.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll remember what you are. Just a piece of property. A fuck toy that I own, and that I let run around playing at the idea of being a bounty hunter."

"Yeah? I was going to say the same thing to you."

Her tail came up, flicking at the other woman's sex. She barely got a single stroke, though, before Elizabeth stood up, her rudder coming around and trying the same thing.

It was a tail fight, the two of them dueling it out with their fifth limbs. The otter's rudder was thicker, heavier, able to hit harder than the lizard's tail, but it lacked much of the dexterity that the lizard's tail had to its name. The flicking, twitching limb was able to work around it, dragging up along the underside and hitting both holes several times before Elizabeth gave up that method of attack.

"Well, you've learned how to use your body, I'll give you that. But how's your tongue-work? If I lay here..."

The otter threw herself over the lizard in a 69, the pair of them pressed almost mouth to cunt on each other. Jo was faster, though, and she grabbed hold of the otter's rudder base, holding tight to the tail and keeping it up before thrusting her tongue forward.

Elizabeth gasped at the sudden invasion, the otter squirming above the lizard as the two ladies started eating each other out. There was no delicateness, no sudden demonstration of technique. No, it was just raw appetite for pussy, for trying to get the other person to pop before they did.

Jo hadn't had as much time with females as she'd had with males, so she knew that she was fumbling about, but Elizabeth was getting her back, hard. The otter's lips were pressed right against her clit, licking around it, pulling it into her mouth and teasing it with tongue and teeth. The little flicks and licks were driving her nuts, forcing her to bite her own lips to keep from moaning and giving away how effective the treatment was.

Instead, she threw herself into copying the other woman, trying out as many different teasing licks as she could figure out. She dragged her tongue back and forth across the otter's pussy lips, trying the old trick of licking out the alphabet down there. When that didn't work, she went for the tried and true trick that always got someone else going.

She shifted her tongue from pussy to asshole.

The otter gasped at that, her breath puffing out and giving the lizard's clit a break for a couple of seconds. It was all that Jo needed, allowing her to dig her tongue into that soft, pink pucker, forcing it inside and starting to tongue-fuck that musky, slightly bitter hole.

"Mmmph!"

It was the first grunt of pleasure that either of them had actually made so far, and it gave Jo a bit of encouragement. She was in the lead. She was winning.

Gripping that ass with both hands, digging her fingers into that plump otter rump, she dragged her tongue along the pucker and then up to the base of the tail, then back down again. She dragged her tongue this way and that, flicking over the rim before diving back in, each thrust of her tongue drawing another pant from the woman on top of her.

"Heh, what's the matter? Not used to anal?"

"Mmmph...you just wait...I'm going to...go all out..."

The other woman finally wrenched herself free, and Jo groaned in frustration. She knew that she'd been just about to win, that she could have gotten the other woman off right then and there if she'd had two more seconds to build her up. But it was too late, and now she had to try and find another -

"Mmmph!"

The otter's foot pressed down against her face, and unlike everyone else that she'd been servicing that day, Elizabeth had some musk to her. The underside of the otter's foot was wet, pumping with pheromones that were obviously designed to induce submission in others.

Oh fuck this trick. Fuck this trick with a five foot cactus.

It was still working, though, making her lose some bit of her dominating will. The lizard panting, groaning as she felt a finger slipping inside of her sex, then two, three, four -

"MMMPH!"

And then all five, a fist shoved right into her sloppy, wet pussy. She groaned under her breath as she was filled to the brim, her eyes closing tightly as she kept sniffing against the bottom of the otter's webbed toes.

"Hehehe, I knew that you wouldn't be able to resist that," her rival said. "Go on, keep breathing it in while I make you cum."

It was hard to avoid doing that, particularly as she had started to enjoy musk play so much. The pheromones aside, there was something to the heady scent that clung to the bottom of the otter's foot, the way that it was forcing her mind down as that fist punched in and out of her sex, forcing her already-gaping hole to spread even wider, to get more open, to show itself off that much more. She whimpered, biting her lips as she breathed in, out, in, out.

She needed to do something. Her tail was pinned down, the otter learning from her earlier mistake and lying on it to keep her from using it, but Jo had other weapons. Her arms were free, after all.

With a grunt that had all her strength behind it, Jo thrust herself upright. The otter's leg bent rather than sliding off of her, so she wasn't completely free, but she was able to reach around and grab Elizabeth by the tail again, pulling her rival closer.

"Two...two can play...this game."

"What are you - mmmph!"

No tongue this time, but both hands. She had two fingers in each of the other woman's holes, forcing her ass and pussy open at the same time. Jo grinned.

"Heh, what's the matter? Never fuck with your ass because it's too sensitive?"

"Asshole!"

"Gonna break your asshole!"

She had three fingers in already, and she was getting the fourth one almost past that rim. The otter was rubbery, elastic, almost, and Jo wondered just how much the other woman had altered her body for her profession. It seemed to be completely toy-like, something that could be used to get everyone to break under her.

Only now, it was getting pushed to the limits by someone that had no right to win, heh.

She grinned as she had four fingers in the otter's ass, three in the pussy, working them in and out. Elizabeth faltered, her breath coming faster and hotter, obviously struggling to keep up, but Jo showed no mercy. In and out, in and out, always pulling the otter around until -

CRACK!

"AH! What the fuck!?"

Jo grinned as she finally pulled back, looking down at what she'd managed to accomplish. The otter was trapped by two more of the bondage straps. The other woman had her wrists caught in the leather, her legs free, but not her arms. The tables had turned.

Once more, their tails started dueling, the pair of them fighting to get at each other's pussies or assholes, anything to continue the sex fight. Jo struggled, having less leverage from this position against the raised otter rudder, but she knew that if she could press this advantage, she might just be able to get the upper hand.

She fought and squirmed, trying to pull the otter back again. Her hands were free, giving her some extra leverage. She managed to get a good grip on Elizabeth's ankles, dragging her back...back...

Until the otter's ankles touched the leather that bound the lizard. Suddenly, the straps shifted, grabbing the otter's feet instead, releasing Jo in the process. The lizard laughed as she rolled off the bed, leaving the otter trapped.

"Heh, and here I thought you planned on breaking me," the lizard said, panting as she stood up in front of the other woman. "Any ideas of how to do that when you're completely tied up?"

"You cheated."

"Nope, just used every tool. The way that you were doing with your pheromones, huh?"

"That's just a weapon."

"And so are those."

She had no intention of backing down now. She'd been property for too long. It was time to turn that around.

Stepping forward and putting one foot on the edge of the bed, she dragged the otter's face right into her crotch. She made sure to keep her foot well away from the leather straps, not wanting another reversal, and ground her pussy right against that furry muzzle.

"Get a tongue in there, slut. I plan on seeing how many times I can get you to cum from your ass."

"You...bitch..."

"Takes one to know one."

Jo leaned forward, grinding her hips back and forth on that twitching tongue, getting it further and further into her sex, taking more and more time to enjoy herself as she reached around and slid her fingers around that fuzzy tail, getting her fingertips right up against that rim again.

Let's see if she can take a full fist.

Just, uh, be careful about that, VANE said. There's only -

Let me have my fun.

The lizard pulled her fingers together, forming more of a cone with her hand than a fist, and pressed her hand firmly against that pucker. Slowly, her fingers started sliding in, and the otter started shaking under her, the licks along her pussy and clit starting to grow weaker.

Yeah, she's definitely an anal slut. A big-time anal slut.

In and out, in and out her fingers went, forcing that pink rim to stretch further and further. Soon, she was in up to the final knuckle, her hand about to pop in. The otter was whimpering, gasping under her, and Jo grinned just as she forced her hand in up to her thumb.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

Elizabeth screamed against the lizard's pussy, her body spasming and shaking from head to toe. She was barely staying upright, her entire frame trembling as she came. A squirt came splatting out on the bed below, and the otter swayed forward.

It didn't stop there. The lizard kept punching her hand further and further inside, each thrust of her arm burying her fingers - and then her fist - deeper into that ass than she imagined anything that ever gone before. Two, three, four orgasms washed over the woman below her, obviously hitting her hard.

Jo grinned as she pulled her hand back, slapping the other woman's ass.

"Say it. Say you're an ass slut."

"MMmph...make me...make me, bitch!"

"Oh, I will."

The lizard grinned, walking around the other woman. She knelt between her spread legs, slapping that ass a few times before pulling her own tail down between her legs. She had to adjust it a bit, but eventually, she had her tail sticking out between her thighs as a makeshift strap-on.

"Alright. If you liked that fist, let's see how much you like getting fucked."

She lined her tail-cock up with that pucker, rubbing up and down between the ass cheeks a few times, then -

THRUST!

The otter gasped, falling forward onto the bed, her ass arched up more than before. She was panting, gasping, shaking again. That had to be another orgasm, another blast of pleasure.

Hehehe, if she wasn't protected here, I bet that she'd be going mind-blank by now.

Uh, Jo, that's something I need to -

Didn't I say just watch?

The lizard pulled back, picking up speed as she started hammering in and out, fucking that otter hole as hard as she could. Each slam forward made that ass jiggle beneath her, and each slide back forced that elastic hole to cling to her tail, trying to suck it back in as the otter's hungry hole obviously needed more fucking.

It was all the encouragement that Jo needed to keep hammering home, forcing the otter through one orgasm after another. She didn't even have to work at it, didn't need to try to make this woman cum and hold off from her own. That ass just kept squeezing and milking her tail, begging for a harder and harder fuck.

Gradually, she slid more of the length of her tail forward, sinking more of it into that plush ass. The otter never tried to stop her, never said anything that would suggest that she wasn't enjoying it.

Honestly, she didn't say much of anything, but that was fine with Jo.

In and out, in and out, her tail probably going in about a foot, maybe more into that hole. The slow grind of her scales against her pussy was keeping the lizard aroused, but all of her attention was on breaking down her rival, of owning her, of turning her into her complete, total bitch.

She could feel that she was right on the verge of taking full ownership of the otter when the door to the brothel bedroom burst open. Jo looked up just in time to see the barrel of a weapon pointed at her.

Pew.

The dart - a tranquilizer and libido killer - hit her in the shoulder, and just like that, she lost all interest in what she was doing. She slumped back, falling until her shoulders hit the wall behind her. Her head swam as she struggled to stay awake, scaly officials moving in and removing the otter from the restraints.

What...what's going...

I was trying to tell you. Whores are protected from mind-blank in the brothel. The clients aren't.

...Oh.

The tranquilizer was running through her system very quickly, making her go numb from her toes up in a swelling, rolling sea of darkness that was threatening to drag her down and drown her in the waves. She fought against it, her head rolling forward, back, then forward again.

She lost the fight pretty easily when it came down to it.

She woke up who knew how much later, and at her side, leaning over her bed, was Barnabas. He looked at her with some concern, and for a moment, she felt rather warm to know that he had come to see her.

And then she felt his hand on her tit, and she knew that he'd been copping a feel of her while she was unconscious.

She tried to knock his hand back, but she couldn't. Not because she was weak, but because she was tied down.

"Okay...what the hell?" she grunted. "Mmph...water..."

"In a second," Barnabas said. The raven pulled his hand back. "I'm guessing you've been out since you were found at the brothel?"

"I think so. VANE?"

Correct. I've been monitoring sensory information, so you'll have a backlog of everything downloaded in approximately five minutes.

"That long?"

Hey, it's a full 4d recording of everything, including estimated renders of what was going on when your eyes were closed. It's a high-density file.

Rolling her eyes, she looked around herself. She obviously wasn't in a hospital room. No medical gadgets, and the bed under her wasn't even as comfortably miserable as a hospital bed tended to be. No, it felt more like some kind of cot that was hastily put up to lay someone on, something that would be taken away later.

"So, what's going on?"

"Well, after you went rather rampant in ravaging Elizabeth, VANE called the cops on you. After that, you were taken before the court. Unconscious, of course, but it was pretty standard procedure, and there were too many witnesses to hide anything that you did."

"What was wrong with what I did?"

"It wasn't an official sex fight, and she had no way of fighting back," the raven said. "You basically pinned her down and started rutting her. From what we all saw in the security cameras, it was no different from the Ra'Doms that used to come through."

"Ra'Doms?"

Sex slave traders. They'd come in and rape and fuck until someone was so far past mind-blank that they couldn't return, and install a personality that would get them sold, VANE explained. Not good people.

"Ah."

"There's not many laws with sexual stuff, but that's one of them. Even in war, most enemies know better than to take sex-fighting too far, or to use it too long in interrogation. It's one thing to command someone as they are. It's another thing to take everything and leave nothing behind."

"...I was doing that?"

"You were on the verge. I checked out Elizabeth afterward. She's strong, but she was maybe two orgasms away from going into full mind-blank, and four from going into that next stage."

The lizard shook her head. She hadn't realized that things could get that out of hand...or that there was anything in this universe that actually regulated sex in the slightest. Everything had been so free, so open, that she had just thought that rape was another part of life.

But no. There was apparently a limit, even here.

She slumped her head back down against the pillow, sighing.

"Alright, so. I got convicted. How many years in jail am I looking at?"

"Jail?"

"Don't you have a prison for people?"

"Yeah, but not for something like this. No, this has a different way of being sorted, and you're going to hate it."

"..." Jo sighed. "What is it?"

"Therapy."

"...You mean...like...talking about stuff?"

"Uh-huh."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The End