It’s hard to tell

Joanna was on her hand and knees in a lavishly styled bed, her naked body quivering as a well-hung man pushed his cock into her from behind, his rough hands kneading her ass whilst his dick worked her pussy like a piston.

Her slit gushing yet again as she came closer and closer to another intense orgasm, the umpteenth one since she was first cast into her virtual prison, Joanna was **** to let out an astonished scream as the world suddenly went pitch-black.

It wasn’t just the light which disappeared however, but the smell of their combined sweat and the feel of the man pressing into her from behind.

To Joanna, who had more or less forgotten that she was kept in suspended animation, the sensation was extremely disorienting, feeling as if the world had suddenly encountered a massive glitch in its programming and been rebooted.

Slowly, the pitch-black dark which had suddenly appeared began to fade into something a little more grey, and Joanna began to feel the cold, wet floor against her naked skin and something being strapped across her head.

Feeling her way with her hands, Joanna realized that she was wearing some sort of visor, and she managed to get it off her to find that she was now lying on the floor of a very dark room.

Barely able to see anything due to the dark, Joanna managed to get up on her feet, her training kicking in and allowing her to ignore the weary state of her muscles as best as she could, and slowly made her way forwards through the darkness until she was finally rewarded by the feeling of her hand coming up against the handle of a door.

Yanking the handle down, Joanna found that the door opened outwards, and as she **** it open she was met by dim light which flowed in from the outside.

Peeking out to see a corridor which seemed to be of the typical sort that one could find aboard starships, Joanna then looked back to see that the room in which she had awakened looked like a typical cargo-hold of the smaller variety, and she noticed a pair of electronic bounds bolted onto the wall, with the discarded VR-helmet lying on the floor beneath it.

Having slowly begun to remember what had happened to her, Joanna had little doubt that she had been kept in the bounds, and that she had been released from them when the ship which she was apparently aboard had suffered some sort of accident. Most likely its reactor had sustained severe damage, which would account for the fact that the lights were either dead, like the ones in the cargo-hold and half of those in the corridor, or flickering continuously, like the other half of the ones in the corridor, and killing the power to her bounds and her VR-helmet.

Feeling fortunate that the bounds had been electric and not the old keyway chains which were still around, since she would still have been dangling in them if they had been the latter, Joanna did her best to forget about her wet pussy and lactating nipples for now and busy herself in finding out where exactly she was and how she had ended up there. As she set of down the corridor, noticing that its floor, like that of the cargo-hold, was bumpy as if it had been pounded with an enormous hammer, Joanna reminded herself that she wasn’t necessarily alone aboard the ship.