You really don't have a choice...

You consider your options.

Option One. You could refuse and try and get away. But then you don't know what all these buttons do, so you probably wouldn't get away, and get blown out of the sky.

Option Two. You could try to fight the craft, but you, again, don't know what all these buttons do so you'd probably get blown out of space in short order.

Option Three. You could just surrender and let them board and do their thing. This Commander Jasmina seems to know the owner of this vessel so maybe you could get some answers from her. But then you'd have to submit to that body cavity search. You have never been with a girl before, but her voice really sounds awesome. Feminine but with a masculine authoritative quality. You are not submissive, but you do love it when a guy tells you what to do in the bed with confidence, not meekness...though meekness can be cute if done earlier with growing confidence.

After a quick millisecond of soul searching you decide that getting blown out of the sky would be a 'bad thing'.

You bend over the comms station and get a quick feel for that controls, your bending over again rubbing the spandex material across your engorged clit. You moan at the sensation, and hit the switch to broadcast...well...you hope you did anyway.

"This is...uh...the Argent Princess...uh...You may board when ready."

The same voice from before responds, "That's a copy Argent Princess. We will need to search your vessel. While the crew is doing that, you wait in your quarters for questioning."

"Yes, Ma'am." You say, trying to sound compliant.

The Commander pauses, "Commander Dar'Gol out."

You straighten up and take a breath, now to find your...you pause as the ships private comm chirps. You flip that on. "Hey, this is Jasmina...you...you sound different. Are you okay?"

"Well...I have no idea...I'm really confused..." you blurt out, then stop because you think this makes you sound odd.

"OH...I get it. You aren't the same person as before. Did Vivante not explain everything? I'll explain when I get over there. Talk to NO ONE but me. I'm sending a pic so you can recognize me." With that the Commander signs off, a second later the screen pops up with her face and body. High cheek bones, blond hair, blue grey eyes, the face of a model. You blink as you realize it's a nude picture of the Commander. You stare at it...and realize you want her.