Phasma shows her true colors.

The whole hike over, Ranger Phasma couldn’t keep her hands to herself. The larger woman had taken every conceivable excuse to touch Diego, be it his broad shoulders, cute little head, his nice ass, or that muscular chest. And the ingenuous hunk seriously thought she was ‘just being friendly’. The ranger got aroused enough to start touching herself every time her charge looked away.

They wound through forest trails for a while longer than Diego expected to, but eventually arrived at a denser patch of green. Phasma parted the paltry brush with her strong, practiced hands and, using only her piercing blue eyes—which at present seem to reflect poetically infinite starlight—ushered Diego past her, just beyond the marked trail, where he didn’t find much more than a small, sparsely vegetated clearing that had nothing but more foreboding trees encircling from all angles.

Confused and exhausted after all that walking only to find more nothing, he only saw the kind of clearing where people traveling alone get murdered… Diego's eyes snapped open as the realization hit him.

She isn't leading me to the station.

Snaking up from behind, moving like a natural born killer, Phasma wraps her arms around his well-muscled torso, and bending over ever so slightly to rest her chin on his shoulder, whispers, "It's kicking in about now, right? The ****? Thankfully you didn't drink too much, I was worried you might overdose."

"Hey, wait!!” Diego shouts as the blonde ranger gropes under his clothing with icy fingers, pinching his nipples and feeling around for his cock. No girl has ever touched him like this before, and it is terrifying. “Wait! Let me go!”

The enormous woman grabs his waistband and growls, “It takes a while longer than this for it to fully paralyze, but I like it when they fight back.”

A cold sweat runs down his back, “W-What are you doing!?"

“It should be obvious, Sexy,” Phasma says as she pops his fly open, “I’m going to **** you.”

Diego’s heart stopped. They’d warned about this back in the vault. About how there were fiends above ground who would commit crimes without shame, things like mugging, ****, and ****. They also said that only women were the targets of ****. His head starts to go fuzzy in a roofie induced haze, proving the overseer’s claims as false— Diego’s strength is fading rapidly, and this woman is about to **** him. He nevertheless struggles in her violating grip.

"Aw, don't be like that, we're just getting started."

Phasma guides one hand from its position on his ribs down to the space between his legs and begins to squeeze and knead his crotch, prompting a panicked shout as his cock gets manhandled. He fights against her ****, **** to escape now that he's overcome with abject fear over his fading strength.

Biting down on his exposed neck, Phasma relishes the power she has over Diego, but…