You wake up

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!” you wake up after you passed out for the usual feeding, and the usual nothingness afterwards.

You consider yourself a strong woman. You were a captain of your own ship. You were a smuggler, and a damn good one at that. You even had your own crew. But this suit is breaking you. It is completely and utterly breaking you.

All you can do is to struggle, waiting for an orgasm that never comes, only for the cycle to start again after you pass out from the exhaustion. You can’t tell if it was the morning or the night. You can’t tell who feeds you. You can’t tell anything. All you can do is to wait, and try to make peace with the fact that this is for the rest of your days.