Six's face flushes red as you command her to move on your cock. She gasps and nods quickly before beginning to bounce up and down on your lap. Her breasts jiggle with each thrust, the nipples hardening into tight buds. "Ahhh... M-Master..." she moans, still caught between pleasure and shame. Malia watches them from the corner of her eye with a mixture of fascination and envy.
"girls activate cloak mode i don't want to be interrupted"
Without hesitation, Malia and Bones spring into action. They work quickly and efficiently, activating the ship's stealth system. The bridge lights dim as the vessel becomes invisible to sight and sensor alike. With their ship now cloaked, they can continue their journey undetected through the stars.
As Malia retreats back to the couch, Six nervously approaches you. Her tiny frame is accentuated by the blue lace of her new thong panties, which barely contain her curvy ass and shaven mound. She stands before you with her head bowed, hands clasped behind her back. "Slave Six presents herself for your inspection and approval," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
"they look good just two changes first you don't need the bra just the blue thong panties and.." i place my finger on her panties and gently push them into her pussy forcing a very clear camel toe then i continue to say "keep your panties like that"
Six's eyes widen as you push her panties deeper into her pussy, exposing more of her sensitive flesh and creating a prominent cameltoe effect. She swallows hard but doesn't protest or struggle against your touch. "Yes... Captain," she whispers, her voice shaking with excitement and fear. As you release her, she stands before you in all her revealed glory: blue thong panties hiding nothing, her perky breasts completely bare, and a shaved mound clearly visible through the thin fabric.
The music begins to play, a thrumming beat that echoes through the training bay. Each of your new slaves seems to know instinctively what to do, striking their assigned drums in time with the music. Bones is a whirlwind of motion, her pale limbs flashing as she switches between drums with practiced ease. Malia grunts with effort as she pounds on her drum, her muscles rippling beneath her tattered uniform.
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Six is the least coordinated at first, but she slowly begins to find a rhythm, her small hands striking the drums with determination. As they play, faint tendrils of blue and yellow energy coalesce around their drumsticks, flowing upwards to form a shimmering aura around each of them. It's then that you realize they aren't just ordinary slaves... but rather, spirit warriors in the making.