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Ah, what the hell. There's worse ways to go, right? You don't know if you really believe that, or if it's the pheramones talking, but you're not sure you care at this point. Annel beckons, so you follow.

The transit passes in a haze. You remember entering the back seat of a speeder, desperately wanting to jump the Falleen, and trying once, but a sharp word and you felt compelled to return to your seat. You know, down to your soul, that you would do anything she wanted just for a taste of her. So you sit, and wait, and think about your aching cock and how much you want it inside of her.

If you had access to any of your sense, you'd be noting landmarks, in case any of this could be used to track her or her employers down. But you don't, so you haven't, and all you remember is following her into a nondescript building, staring at her ass as you follow along behind, door closing behind you as you enter her living quarters.

Surely now you can fuck, right? You lunge towards her, but she snaps her fingers and you stop in your tracks. She reclines on a couch, eyes you up and down, and commands, "Strip".

You do so without a second thought She takes a moment, taking in your form. Judging. You stand, cock rigid and at attention, praying she finds you worthy.

"You'll do," she finally declares, and crooks her fingering, finally giving you permission to approach. You lunge forward hoping to kiss her, but she snaps again, and points lower. Eager to please, you kneel down between her legs, peeling away the skin tight leather to reveal the green treasure beneath.

You eagerly lap at her folds, tongue gliding along her labia and darting inside her. You bring your hands to the fore, fingers nimbly seeking out her clit while your tongue reaches further inside her.

Before long, she gasps and forces you down, deep into her pussy, and you are rewarded with the taste of her sweet cum. It's like nectar to your pheramone fueled brain.

You don't know how long you continue; it could have been minutes, hours spent lapping, kissing, sucking. Eventually, she's had enough, and snaps her fingers again. You stand, wishful thinking leading you to grab your cock and prepare to thrust into her now soaking pussy.

"Oh no you don'her weak men who can't resist are just toys. Toys can play with my vagina, but they don't get to enter. I want something else. Lay down."

Again you follow her commands, moving to the bed and lying down. Your cock stands proudly erect, awaiting her. She approaches, turns, lowers herself down. Reaching behind herself to steady your cock, she presses the tip against her puckered asshole. You moan, audibly, as she sinks down, down, down to the hilt of your member.

Crouched above you, you see every tense muscle moving fluidly as she bounces, agonizingly slowly on your dick. She knows her body, and every thrust sends your dick caressing every spot inside her that makes her shiver.

For your part, you desperately want to touch her, to thrust your throbbing dick up into her, but every time you make a move she freezes, scowls down at you, and will not move until you return to your position.

"Weak boys don't get to touch."

She gradually speeds her ride, bouncing more wildly as she drives herself over the edge with her fucking. Before long, you are about to burst. As though she can tell, she barks out a command:

"You don't cum until I say you do!"

You would laugh if you weren't positive she would stop if you did. Nothing's stopping you from exploding deep inside her now. You growl out, about to blow...

You need to cum so badly it hurts, and yet... nothing. What the fuck did she do to you?!

She laughs wickedly, bouncing, riding, taking her pleasure and denying you yours. You are nearly crying, needing to cum, but apparently you've allowed yourself to slip so far under her control you can't without permission.

You don't know how long she rides you, how often she brings herself to orgasm, but suddenly, a sharp ringing pierces the haze.

"Shit." Annel climbs off of you, grabs a communicator off a shelf.

"Annel. You stop checking your messages?" A gruff male voice crackles over the com. "Bosses want you at Dock 17 now. They say an important shipment is coming in, they want to make sure everything is running smoothly."

"Please let me cum," you whimper quietly from the bed.

"Really? That's why you're late? Get your ass down here!" The voice crackles out, and Annel turns thoughtfully.

"I guess I don't want you passing out or anything while I'm gone." She snaps her fingers, a signal so clear to your brain you erupt instantly, jizz exploding up in a deluge before falling back down, covering your stomach, legs, and the sheets. Annel watches you with a bemused expression while she dresses. "You will stay here until I return. You belong to me, and I'm not done yet."

With that she exits, leaving you alone, sure in her control over you.

Your balls drained, and Annel gone, you start to feel slightly more in control. You have to fight the urge to sit and wait, but you manage to regain some of your senses and stagger out the door. Half dressed and carrying most of your gear, you must look quite a sight.

It was risky, painful, and humiliating at times, but it might have been worth it. Through the fog of your memory you have held on to a clue: Annel's bosses have a 'shipment' at Dock 17. You're going to check the place out...

...tomorrow. You have a lot of recovering to do, and would rather do this with a clear head.