All-night strap-on action

“You know, the bouncers are pretty hot. How about you invite them to join in?”

Target >= 75, 1d100 roll+1=2, failed suggestion (+1 will)

“You had your fun with stripper, but now you should do the job. No hard work, no money, no strippers to fuck.”

Target >= 15, 1d100 roll+1=5, failed suggestion (+1 will)

“There’s gotta be a strap on or something in here. Use it fuck Lissa’s holes all night long.”

Target >= 45, 1d100 roll+1=54, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Rebexa Jissard Corruption 1, Willpower 2

Rebexa comes out of her waves of pleasure with Lissa inhaling her pussy softly between her thighs. She rolls over and idly plays with the beautiful green girl’s body, toying with her nipples and pussy in turn. Earlier Rebexa let herself be **** to farm the incredible waves of pleasure from Lissa’s tongue. She’s ready to reassert her power, to take submission from Lissa instead of service.

There is a rack of harnesses along the wall of the boudoir. Rebexa takes one and straps it to her full hips and thick ass, and then she selects a suitably monstrous space dildo and slots it into the harness mount. She caresses Lissa’s inner thigh, and the young woman spreads her legs submissively, exposing her pussy and ass to whatever havoc Rebexa wants to wreak on her holes. Lissa is wet and ready to take a pounding from the woman who’s hired her body for the night.

Rebexa doesn’t hesitate. She leans over Lissa, letting her breasts swing free, and pushes the ribbed tip of the inside the pretty girl’s pussy. Lissa moans and Rebexa starts swinging her hips forward and back, pushing the space silicone strapon deeper into her green alien lover. It feels good to assert herself, to use the power in her hips to pound Lissa into the bed, to reshape the green girl’s pussy.

Lissa is beginning to cum around the huge strapon, clamping down her tight fuckhole around it, increasing the friction. Rebexa barely notices, groping Lissa’s sensuous body and coming in for a kiss as she swings her hips into Lissa’s for the next thrust. She fucks Lissa until Lissa can barely move, and then she keeps fucking her.

“After you’re done remember to get her number. No way are you not fucking her again in the future.”

Target >= 15, 1d100 roll+2=16, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Persuasion >= 20, 1d100 roll=82

Rebexa Jissard Corruption 1, Willpower 2

The morning alarm in Rebexa’s communicator wakes her up. She pulls on her rugged space pants and admires Lissa’s nude form as the green girl lounges on the decadent bed. “Lissa, that was incredible. Can I get your subspace frequency for the next time I’m on the station?”

Lissa scribbles her contact details on her own green tits and poses for Rebexa, giving her both a number and a picture to remember. Rebexa feels a glow inside her from the night as she makes her way back to her ship in station dock.

The two bodyguards don’t give her any trouble, and she passes through several corridors when she sees the way to her dock blocked by the local space mafia slug and his two grey-skinned goons. The goons have more muscles and brow ridges than average. Rebexxa fingers her blaster as she considers the best way to get past them.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Rebexa.