She couldn’t say

Due to the properties of the state in which she was kept, Joanna had no need of sleep in any normal sense of the word, so that her entire “reality” was soon transformed into an endless series of sexual acts involving all kinds and numbers of partners.

In one scenario, she would start off by dancing around a pole much like she had seen strippers do in clubs while on shore leave, then quickly remove the flimsy thong that she was wearing and masturbate for the spectators until she came, when the spectators, which were either well-hung men or strap-on wielding women, would all fuck her.

That scenario was one of her favourites. Another one was the one in which she was the captive of a ten feet tall humanoid creature who would proceed to ravage her every hole, something which would have been impossible in real-life since his member was about twenty inches long and as thick as her legs.

But her absolute favourite scenarios were the ones which featured her master. Those made her climax harder than any of the others, even if the scenario only involved him spanking her or punishing her in some other way.

While Joanna remained in her virtual reality, she was lifted out of her case and led through the ship by two pairs of strong hands, the dildo still humming inside of her pussy while the owners of the hands made sure to grope her tits and ass.

Joanna didn’t know it, but one of her orgasms was made even more enjoyable by the two fingers which were pushed up her asshole.

Finally, the VR helmet was removed, and Joanna was dropped onto the floor. Returning to reality was not a instantaneous procedure, and the people carrying her had already left by the time that Joanna came to.

After taking a quick glance at the room in which she was in, and finding it both unrecognizable and empty of people, Joanna grabbed the hilt of the fake cock and began thrusting it in and out of her sex even as it kept vibrating.

At last, Joanna became aware of someone else having entered the room. It was the head-slaver.

An adoring “Master…” was Joanna’s reaction when she saw him standing in front of her. For once, the towering man was actually wearing a piece of clothing, even if it was just a thin robe which he kept untied so that it covered nothing of any importance.

“Lick the dildo clean,” Joanna was told by her master, and enthusiastically went on to move the fake cock from her pussy up to her mouth, where she made a real show out of licking it clean, letting her tongue dance along its length while her master jerked his cock.

Without saying anything else to her, the master masturbated until his cum shot out of his and smacked down across Joanna’s face and tits, the feel of his jizz and the knowledge that he had whacked off to the image of her savouring her own girlcum.

“I have a task for you,” the master told Joanna, who was at the point of pleading him to fuck her there and then, “and it requires that you get a partner.”
Just then, the doors opened again.