Chapter 3 - Gambling Debts (Breeding, Master and Slave, Anal)

Varren decided to put some of that wealth he’d absconded with from the slavers to good use: gambling! He’d always been a bit of a card shark, and tonight lady luck was practically sucking him off. He had already won three hands in a row, and his fellow gamblers were an assortment of aliens and humans, some of them not too happy to be on a losing streak. But one among them had caught his eye, a Xagarian woman. Xagarians were showboats and risk takers alike, they loved to demonstrate their skills, their enhanced reflexes were legendary. Xagarian pilots were some of the most skilled ‘dogfighters’ you could find. Only problem was they didn’t care much to fight for others, besides themselves that is. So it was rare to see them in the Alliance. But damn was this one a looker….



Her skin was pale and ears pointed, and four small red horns protruded from her forehead. They two of them had been nonverbally flirting throughout the whole game. She’d been giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes since the start. And he’d been giving her some all too clear innuendos with his hands on some of the things he’d enjoy doing to her….and judging from her excited blush, she was certainly not opposed to the suggestions. 


They’d played through a dozen hands together, and it was getting clear she was running out of….well, collateral. She’d already taken off her shirt and bra and tossed it onto the pile, now she was wiggling out of her pants…not that Varren was complaining. However some of those at the table didn’t seem pleased by her lack of credits. “How about you wager something of actual value?” A lizard-like alien growled at her. “You owe far more than these meager clothes are worth!”


“Ha! I’ll show you big boy…I’m about to make a hell of a comeback. I’ll raise you.” Her boasting was…well, wrong, and Varren could tell it was a bluff. A pretty good bluff, she had a damn good poker face, but he had sharper eyes. He had a good idea of what she had in her hand, and a devious thought came to mind.


“Oh yeah beautiful? Then I’ll raise.” He giggled, pushing a good chunk of credits across to the pot. 


“As will I!” The lizard-like alien snarled, pushing half of his own winnings across the table. A damn big move, Varren had to admit. The Xagarian winced, seeing her bluff had been called…


The lizard-like alien called, and Varren was actually surprised that the big brute had the better hand. The lizard brute stood up and growled. “Since it is clear you cannot pay with credits, you’ll pay me and my kin another way!” He grabbed the Xagarian and held out a shock collar in hand. She cried out, kicking and yelling, but few in this den were going to argue about a gambling debt owed to a pair of obvious slavers.


Just as they were about to collar her and likely ship her off to some seedy market, Varren whistled sharply. He grinned, cocksure of himself and taking a puff from his deathstick. “Hey now, if this is about her debt…how about I buy her off of you right here and now?” He pushed most of his winnings from the night across the table towards the brutes. “Whaddaya say?” He asked, all the while tapping a finger against the grip of his pistol. 


The two lizard-like aliens looked at one another, then back at Varren, weighing their options. But it was clear from a read of the room that if a gunfight did break out that the human would have backup. They hadn’t exactly made many friends this evening with their actions. “Deal. She’s yours.” The slaver pushed the Xagarian over to Varren and took their money before skulking off. Varren grinned as the girl looked up at him all doe-eyed and thankful.


“Now then, how about we get you to my ship? I got some spare clothes and we can discuss paying off that debt to me?” Her expression sulked slightly at his words but she offered no argument, Xagarians were impulsive and risk takers, but they weren’t usually the type to cut and run on a debt. Especially after he’d saved her from being caged like an animal in some alien bazaar.


Back aboard his ship he grinned as she got dressed in some spare clothes. “The name’s Sylx.” She said as she covered herself up with a tight-fitting shirt. 


“Well then Sylx, I’m Varren.” He grinned, eyeing her up and down. “And I guess as of ten minutes ago, your new owner.”


“Excuse me?” She said with a false chuckle.


“I mean, I did pay for you.” He said with a devious grin. “But I’m a fair man…” He really wasn’t, but no reason to scare her off yet. “How about a wager?”


She raised an eyebrow but nodded. “I’m listening.”


Varren clasped his hands together. “Perfect. So, I may have been hallucinating….not impossible given my deathstick had something else inside it that’s highly…illegal, but! It seemed to me you and I had some chemistry going on earlier…” She blushed, nodding her head slightly. “So, my wager is this: You and me fuck like rabbits.” 


She laughed aloud in surprise, cheeks blushing brightly. “Excuse me? Really?”


“Wait a second.” He said with a growing grin. “You and me fuck, and if you can hold out without losing steam then we’ll consider your debt paid off. But if you are…say, unable to continue, or too exhausted to…then you belong to me. You come aboard, and you call me Master from now on…” 


Sylx raised a brow but looked more than a little curious, excited even. Confidence radiating from her. She grinned back at him and extended her hand. “Deal.”


Varren shook her hand and pulled her into his arms for a deep kiss. She was surprised, but began to respond quickly as his tongue invaded her mouth. He practically tore off the pants he’d loaned her, feeling up her buttocks. She moaned into the kiss as he roughly spanked her ass. She liked a bit of pain…good. He liked it rough too. He broke the kiss and grinned, spinning her around and pinning her up against the sofa, practically bending her over it. “Think I’ll take your backdoor for a ride first…” 


She gasped, moaning slightly as she looked back to see him free his stiff manhood. He spat on his hand, lathering up his cock before sliding it into her butt. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he took her, hard and fast. Her anal walls stretched tightly around his cock as he fucked her wildly. She dug her hands into the brown padding of the sofa as her body rocked forward with each intense thrust! He spanked her ass and kept thrust deeper. “This is just round one baby. You’re gonna need to endure a lot more if you hope to win our wager!” 


She moaned, panted, and whimpered slightly before looking back at him. “I…kinda figured! You don’t look like a one and done kinda guy…” 


And damn was she not wrong. After cumming into her buttocks she was dragged off to the bathroom by him. He showered off his cock clean before fucking her in the shower. Hot water rained down against their bodies as he picked her up in his arms and filled her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, scratching his flesh with her nails as he bred her good and hard! When he came inside her she whimpered in protest, but he didn’t give a single fickle fuck about her little complaint. He was just getting started…


The other two girls watched as he took her to his bedroom and made her ride him. She rode his cock hard and fast, moaning wildly, part of her wondering when he’d tire out! She cried out in pleasure as he came into her depths again, and again. He fucked her all across the ship. Doggystyle in the cockpit. Reverse cowgirl in the armory. Missionary on the sofa. He even had the girls help out…


Sylx cried out as the other two slavegirls sucked on her breasts and flicked her clit while Varren fucked her deeper and deeper, cumming into her depths and filling up her womb!...Again that is. She panted, exhausted and barely able to move as he looked down at her and kissed her trembling lips. “I’d say I won our bet…”


He wasn’t wrong, and Sylx knew this was now her Master…and part of her didn’t mind that one bit. 



