Investigate what she's watching

You near the woman to see what she's watching...

Looking at the screen immediately hits you like a tonne of bricks- this intense scrambling of the brain, lightning coursing through your senses, threatening to rip apart your body with sweet, relentless, uncompromising pleasure-

"Obey, and submit."

-as long as you obey and submit. You find yourself already sitting beside the woman, as though time had skipped, watching the same screen so intently- though it's more like you're watching yourself watching the screen, as though your conciousness, your being, was stuck behind a window, far, far away. The commanding voice is faint yet clear among the storm of static and whispers that assaults your brain, dominant and controlling. She already has you in her clutches, there is no escape even if you wanted to; stranded in space, millions upon millions of miles away from even the closest of starships. You've been floundering within her the whole time without realising it; Vega herself was the one who took over the station, and Vega herself is the one who took over your mind and body.

Frankly you don't mind; in fact you're exctatic! Her oil slick patterns bore into your mind like an erotic display of an exotic dancer, enrapturing you in warm, satisfying pleasure; you are but a humble supplicant who wants to feel good.

"Obedience brings pleasure, and reward."

It's as though time skipped again, and you now find yourself naked, the screen still dominating your vision, sitting comfortably in the sofa with your legs spread far apart- and the woman, the gorgeous, sexy woman with her wavy blonde hair and her long black eyelashes with olive coloured eyes and her rouged up cheeks and lips, her tastefully curvy body with her stunning breasts and plump hips, and everything else beautiful for good measure - kneeling before you with your cock in her mouth, watching the screen through the reflections in your eyes. Your mouth gapes open further as wave, after wave, after wave, after wave of pleasure shivers upwards as her lips coincide up and down, up and down, suck and suck and ssssuuuuuck. You tremble as her lips press against the base of your shaft, her delicate yet expert tongue lashing, wrapping, tugging, prodding, dancing around the skin, searching for your most sensitive, weakest spots. You feel your cock swell to it's limit, ready to burst...

Another sudden slip of consciousness, and now she's on you, a silhouette against the massive screen, now more like an eye of an enormous dragon than a monitor, a spiral like a pupil that you can only see the edges of, swirling and swirling, meeting behind the woman- though she's no longer just a woman, but your partner, your lover- staring at you intently, judging you, absolutely and completely dominating you and showing your ant-like insignificance to you. Her cheeks hug your cock down, her hands gripping your thighs for stability, and her skin is so very soft and smooth- though her movements are experienced, masterful, as though she knows exactly what to do to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from you. Her gentle body on your lap is comforting, so very relaxing. You feel your cock swell again, and...

Her pussy feels amazing- it's the most incredible sensation you have ever experienced; a flowing, pulsating, all-encompassing satisfaction that one only gets when in control, when fucking; the fulfilment of your role as a man- to breed, to fuck. You grip her hips in your strong capable hands, your thrusts confident and flowing as your cock slides in and out with such satisfying ease, your stomach slapping against her ass-cheeks as you both stare at the screen in front of you, drooling and groaning and shuddering and moaning like animals, eyes so transfixed it stings. You can't think of anything- not a single thought even if you tried- that isn't fucking her, and watching and obeying her. The pressure build up as the walls of her slick, hot cunt caress your shaft, you veins giving such pleasant texture, and soon before you know it, you...

She's on your lap, her hips rocking back and forth as her depth conforms to the curve of your shaft, kissing from the collarbone to the neck to just behind the lobe of your ear. You are both floating in a void of spirals and ever shifting shapes and colours, the screen all encompassing you both like the shell of an egg; it's inescapable, but why would you want to escape when you feel so secure? Her plump behind slaps against your lap rhythmically, and soon you feel like you're about to burst again...

You're standing, her body crumpled between you and the wall with her legs over your shoulder as you pound her mercilessly, gasping for air between frantic moans that leave little time to breathe. Her tits brush against your chest with every thrust, slightly squished; they are so soft, so very soft... it all overwhelms you, and...

"All you have to do is submit."

"I submit! I obey!" you cry, **** to feel the climax, but you still don't feel the release, just the build, just your cum churning and building up more and more. You're fucking the woman senseless now, the world around you gone, replaced by a void of swirling oil-slick coloured shapes, both of you just floating within it, your cock in a pit of wetness, gripping, molding, hitting deep, so pleasurable that you just want to explode within already...

"I submit! I submit only to you mistress! I obey! I obey! Please!"