You overcome her

"... fffffive! S-sixxx..."

Slowly, you see her leaning closer and closer. Her eyes are wide and open, eyeliner running in dried tears down her cheeks, and every surface in the elevator shimmers with your alluring spirals. You can see her pupils begin to shrink.

Her mouth hangs open for a second before any sound comes out, a little squeak. "... sev'n..."

You only pump your eyes faster. This isn't a game of slow seduction, it's a race, and now there's no way she can look away. You're almost there. One eyelid twitches and flutters.

"Aayyyy... mmmmmm... mm?..." Her pupils and irises begin shrinking down to single black dots in her eyeballs, a blank slate.

You inch closer and whisper. "Eight, dear", you smile. You can see her open mouth twitching, struggling to form a response. Eventuallly you barely hear her speak - her voice is no more than a breath. "... thanks." Her eyelids flutter occasionally over her eyes, head wavering but somehow remaining locked onto your influence.

"And what comes after eight? You learned this in nursing school, right?", you mock, as you briefly conduct an anatomy experiment of your own. Your hand snakes down into her scrubs, slipping past a patch of fur and probing for her clit. "Nine, Dani. Repeat after me. Nnniiinnneee." "mmmMMOOOHhhhHHhuuuhh", she moans.
"...I'm sure that's nine in some language."

You grip her by both sides of her head, her hair tickling your fingers, and you slowly begin rocking her head in slow, clockwise circles. "Ten, Danielle. Say it." "Gggggh... bllll...". You see light reflecting off a small stream of saliva. "No, you never really wanted to win, did you?" When she doesn't respond, you shake her head for her. "You like this. A lot."

As if on cue, you close her open jaw, and her lips start curling back into a little crooked grin. The resilient, able-bodied Amazon now sits dormant before you, her face drooping down at you - even with both of you on your knees, she still towers over you. It makes you feel stronger knowing you dominated her.

You give her one final mental shove, and she goes off the deep end. Spirals of green and white explode from her eyes and her grin begins widening in a crooked smile, in sharp contrast to the tough woman you saw in the photo. You press your head against hers and caress her cheek, kissing her on the mouth. "You're my **** now, Danielle. Isn't that great?"

She giggles softly.