Holly's fantasy

Holly's lips part in another moan. Completely out cold, her mind on the other hand, races. The **** contained in the capsule has flooded her system, plunging her **** mind into one hell of a wet dream.

"Oh! God! Fuck! Yes! Please!" Her words, and breath coming in staccatto rhythm.

"Quiet outlaw scum! Your days of flaunting Imperial rule are at an end!" Pressed down against her, the six foot super-soldier, his sculpted naked body covered in cybernetic implant plugs and war-scars jack hammers his perfect, perfect super-soldier-cock into her, his super-soldier hips smacking again and again against her reddened buttocks, his super-soldier balls slapping mercilessly against her pounded pussy.

"Ohhh turn me over to the Inquisitors Daddy! I'm a filthy alien-lover! Or I was, until you taught me better!" She howls, suddenly able to manage cohert speech against. Her breasts squash under her, and her captor places a hand on her neck, pushing her prone as he takes her from behind.

"Stop calling me Daddy outlaw scum! You had a perfectly good relationship with all three of your fathers and you only have a daddy-kink because you've watched too much pornography on the extranet!" He twists her hair into a messy ponytail, pulling her head back so that it arches up. Her lips part and her mouth drops open, tongue lolling and eyes crossed.

"And stop making that face, outlaw slut! The clear face of a brain-addled alien sympathiser!"

"Oh I am! I am! I'm a dirty whore for aliens! Make me yours and pump your super-soldier sperm in my tight pussy daddy! Fill me up and put your super-soldier babies in me!" She bucks her hips back against him, eliciting a groan of **** pleasure. Then he opens his palm against her head, shoving it down into the imaginary - and extremely comfortable - cushions, which muffle Holly's long drawn out howl as her insides shiver their way into a violent orgasm.

A moment later, the super-soldier's super-cock spasms and pulses, pumping load after thick load of seed deep into his conquest, flooding into her womb and spilling out around the tight seal of her punishing pink pussy lips.

"You heretical whoreeeeeeee..." He groans, his voice trailing off as Holly feels her sweat and cum soaked body float up and up and...

"Ohh fuhuck..." She whimpers, eyelids fluttering as she crawls back to conciousness. She looks around blearily, coming to her senses slowly, cushioned by the coccoon of sound and light in the club. "Did I? What..."

A dull heat from below sends her fingers searching between her legs, where she finds her panties and inner thighs slick with her orgasm.

"That felt... hella real..." She murmurs, biting her lip to surpress a giggle. "Hoo boy. Super."

She giggles again, then looks up to see Leah with her back to her, waving someone away. Her red headed friend turns back, eyes meeting her friend's.

“Um, Holls? You okay?”

"Who was that?" She asks, propping herself up on her elbows and looking at the retreating figure. "He's got a great arse."

"Oh. I uh, went looking for help when you passed out. Apparently he's a nurse, but he's off duty. I panicked! But you're okay?" Leah sinks onto the couch beside her friend, a comforting hand on Holly's thigh.

"Aw babe." She grins, touching her flushed cheeks. "No, I'm okay. I... oh fuck, do you think that capsule thing...?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what I think. It really did a number on you. You seemed kinda..." Leah frowns, looking closely at Holly's face. "Oh! Did you? Did you have a dream?"

"I sure did." She bites her tongue in a cheeky grin, then stretches, her chest pushing out. She winks, catching Leah's look of admiration. Leah blushes. "Right now, I need a drink. How about you?"

"I _definitely _need a drink. And after that scare, you're buying."

"Deal!" Holly beams, slipping her shoes back on, then hopping up and leading the way to the bar.