Preparations

About an hour or so after she'd gulped down a glass full of her favourite cocktail, Gina appeared from inside the small shower cubicle, emerging through the sliding door amidst a cloud of steam, beads of water and mist clinging to practically every inch of her curvaceous frame. Since she knew that the warp drive meant that the journey to Darvon's Spaceport IV wouldn't take more than a few hours, Gina had been quite efficient in how she'd first completed her daily workout, then had some food to provide her with some nourishment to supplement her largely cum-based diet, and rounding things off by taking a shower before proceeding to review and modify her appearance.

Stopping to admire her reflection in the full-sized mirror that was mounted onto her bathroom wall, Gina smiled at what she was seeing as she traced her hands up over the sharp contours of her fit midriff before cupping as much as she could of her firm, full breasts, the two ginormous orbs of lavishly tanned titflesh dwarfing her slender hands as she pushed them together to have her cleavage be transformed into nothing more than a thin line running down the middle of the vast expanse of her bulging breasts.

What Gina did next was to showcase her dexterity to no one in particular through the way in which she spun round to present her juicy ass to the mirror, though she averted her gaze from it long enough to let the dirty smile that she was sporting register before she went on to stare lustfully at her heart-shaped posterior as she moved her left hand in behind her and employed it to seize hold of the firm flesh of the left one of her perfectly rounded buttocks and **** it aside so that she could reach in with her right hand as well.

Unleashing a long, horny moan that seemed as though it could very well go on forever, Gina slowly extracted the dildo from inside her ass, her legs twitching a little as the fake cock resisted her efforts to exit it through her distended cinnamon ring, a moan that then turned into a full-blown shriek of uninhibited delight when she fell victim to the temptation of letting her left hand let go of her asscheek and instead come back round to start toying with her clit, thereby causing a deluge of her clear girlcum to sprayed across the bathroom-floor.

Once her volatile orgasm was over, Gina finally allowed the rounded tip of the huge dildo to slip free of her ass, and she playfully patted her left hand against her foaming honeypot right up till the moment that she could instead start rubbing the dildo against it, twirling the fake cock around between her puffy labia until the whole length of it had been equipped with a thick, glossy layer of her orgasmic juices, at which point she brought it up to her lush lips and twirled it around once more as she rapidly fed it into her mouth until her lips were clamped against its base as she stood with her smooth cheeks having sunk in a little and her nose aimed at the ceiling.

When Gina had pulled the dildo from her mouth, she held it up horizontally between herself and the mirror, observing for a moment or two how long tendrils of her saliva dangled off it, and considered sticking it between her huge boobs, where it could stay until she needed it again, but instead choosing to spear it through her ringpiece, with her reaction to having it inserted all the way to the hilt up her anal passage being to send forth cascading gushes of girlcum to splash across the mirror.

After she'd enjoyed how her recently projected girlcum served to distort her mirror image, Gina finally exited her bathroom, producing a largely uninterrupted cannonade of gasps and moans as she sashayed her way a short distance down the main corridor that ran down the spine of her sleek ship before darting into her dressing room and heading straight for the slightly ominous-looking chair that stood in the middle of it.

Equipped with black padding and an adjustable back and seat, the chair was flanked on all sides by screens and thick wiring, with a keyboard and a large screen mounted on a swivelling arm that was placed directly in front of the right-side armrest, and Gina let out another horny gasp as she first pushed a few inches of the dildo out through her widened sphincter and then took a seat in the chair.

At first activating the interface on her right side, Gina then leaned over to her left and retrieved a small tube of lube from inside the compartment that was built into the chair, rapidly unscrewing its top as the large screen in front of her projected images of her front, back and sides, choosing 'Delete' from the menu that took up the far-left side of the screen, and then cooed as she applied the cool lube to her pelvis, rubbing it all over the black star that she had had tattooed there before the last mission.

She then picked up the small scanner that was mounted in a holster on the outside of the right armrest, and ran it up over the lubed-up area so that the blue light being emitted from it washed over the tattoo until it and the gel had disappeared altogether, leaving no traces behind as they vanished into thin air. Gina then quickly repeated the process until every last one of her tattoos had been gotten rid off, after which she rewarded herself for a job well done by leaning back in the chair and spreading her legs so that she could easily and quickly plunge the dildo in and out of her bunghole until thick sprays of her juices shot across the room and she was left to quiver and buck in her seat.

Gina then retrieved the couple of scanners which would be required to equip her with new tattoos, and scrolled through her archive to see if anything caught her eye. The first tattoo that she settled for was an old classic, and soon she had a stretch of stylized black barb wire running round her right arm, a few inches below the armpit.

'Hmm, this one's a nice way of finding out literate and who isn't,' Gina decided as she came across an image of another one of her old favourites, and so she soon had the word 'Cumslut' emblazoned in fine black print across the top of her hairless vaginal mound.

Next, she had a pattern of swirling black lines tattooed onto her bronzed skin, running up over the outside and front of her left thigh before breaking up to stretch itself out across her stomach, crotch and the small of her back, with one them ending right at the top of the deep, narrow crack of her juicy ass.

Satisfied with her choice of tattoos, Gina leaned back and resumed seesawing the dildo in and out of her ass, her legs spread so that they were dangling over the armrests of the chair as she considered whether or not she should do something about her hair, though her thoughts on the matter were finally dissolved as she was rocked by another tremendously powerful anal orgasm that had her squirting out more of her juices.

Minutes later, Gina had reached a decision on the colour of her hair, and was now standing in front of one of her sleek metal wardrobes with each tress of her silky hair being either of a lustrous blonde variety or shimmering black, with her back arced a little and the fat base of the dildo from between her buttocks as she tried to come to a conclusion on what to wear. While the tight white bodysuit that she'd had on during her briefing a few hours earlier was definitely not something which she objected to, the circumstances during which she'd last worn it meant that she was now aching to put on a radically different sort of outfit, preferably one which left as much smooth, tanned skin exposed as possible.

To that end, she started off by picking out a pair of transparent stripper sandals, complete with long stiletto heels and a platform designed to raise her toes a few inches off the ground, and soon had her ginormous knockers rubbing against her thighs as she fixed the network of thin transparent straps which hugged her firm calves, with her position of standing with her back bent and her ass thrust upwards meaning that she just had to reach behind her and bite her lip and close her eyes as she **** the dildo deeper into her ass.

The insides of her thighs now soaked with a layer of her wetness that reached all the way down to just above her knees, Gina next picked out a skimpy thong that was made from black latex, slipped it up over her legs and enjoyed how it clung to her dripping wet snatch, and turned to face another full-sized mirror, the right side of her mouth curling itself upwards into a sluttish, contented smile at how the thin, gleaming straps of the thong came in over her hips and plunged down towards her crotch so that they formed a V, with the top of the front of it being low enough that anyone who dared look would not have any trouble spotting the tattoo that adorned the top of her vaginal mound.

Contemplating changing to a silk thong instead, as that would easily show off just how soaked her honeypot was, Gina opted to stay with the black latex one that she'd put on, after which she proceeded to have more of her wetness come seeping out of her bald, pink slit as she played with the thought of deciding that her outfit was complete like this, but then cast aside that idea and reached into the wardrobe to pull out a clothes hanger on which several of her favourite tops were placed.

The top that she had picked out before putting the hanger back in the wardrobe was also made from black latex, although with a very narrow pink border. The border needed to be extremely narrow, because the whole top was of a width would have made it appear quite thin if it was used as a belt. Suspended across Gina's huge tits, it looked downright obscene, which was precisely the look that she was going for, hence the decision to wear a top that was barely an inch wide, while the tiny, silvery buckle that was suspended over her cleavage was of a sort that ensured that all she had to do was to press a finger against it, and it would snap apart and release its hold of her perfect, spherical tits.

To that slutty ensemble, Gina added a pair of fingerless gloves, made from the same glossy material as her thong and 'top', and reaching up to just below her elbow.

Now the only thing that remained to do was to gather her equipment, and reach a decision on whether or not she should board Spaceport IV with her infinitely stretchable cinnamon ring still hugging the base of the thick, long dildo.