Asks for control of the implant

"You'll really do anything?" Ryan asks. Your voice strained, all you can do is look at him and nod as you moan.

"How about you give me control over the implant then? For good." You feel as though your blood would run cold if you weren't feeling so hot right now. You should have predicted that's what he would ask for. A glance at his face confirms that he's serious. You choke back a sob and croak out "Pleeeasse... anything but that...." Ryan sits back stubbornly. "Hmm looks like 100% actually is resistible. Guess you're fine to last the remaining... four minutes and ten seconds?" You cry out. It hasn't even been a minute yet?! There's no way you could last that long. Even as you consider how to reply, your pussy throbs and the ache washes over you. The emptiness keeps assaulting your brain and you feel your grasp on reality starting to slip.

"Do it..." you whisper.

"Huh?" Ryan asks, clearly savouring the moment.

"DO IT!" you yell now. "Take control over the implant! Take ownership of my pussy! Use it like your toy, whatever you want, just PLEASE FUCK ME!"