The Mistress Desires

Meetra was unconscious, as per usual. The orgasm that came from such a deep connection to the minds of her partners usually left her out cold for a day or two, so it would be a while till she woke up.

The safety measures in Ramana's cuffs activated, unlocking all restraints and slowly lowering her till she lay on the floor partially on of the others that had collapsed during Meetra's orgasm. Ramana's lekku were a perfect green in the location previously covered by the stun cuffs, the lowered settings had prevented any damage and the healing technique had removed any trace of irritation in the area.

Mira and Brianna were exhausted from their dancing and worn out from the orgasm. Their dancer outfit's were stained heavily, but a massage and a trip to the fresher would return them to full strength.

Visas Marr lay sprawled out on the floor, one hand still firmly planted up her own ass and Meetra's orgasm all over her face. She was conscious, but lacked the will or strength to remove her hand from it's offending location. It would rip another orgasm out of her to remove the hand after all, and she was not ready for that.

Atris and Lonna Vash lay slumped against the storage container that Meetra had been sitting atop of. Neither could move themselves easily after the powerful compulsion they were under, but with some rest there would be no lasting harm.

After some time, the girls would wake up. Usually that led to everyone being situated in bed and falling asleep properly in a large pile.

Afterwards; cleaning, organizing and repairing of gear took place. The ship was inspected for incidental damage. Sonic showers were taken, everyone was so orgasmed out that not even Visas tried to put something in her ass during the shower. And finally, Meetra awoke to a clean ship and a large group of satisfied wives. Now it was time to fly out and figure how to save the galaxy from the next existential threat.