You and bro are doing a run in Lethal Company, with him staying in the ship while you look for scrap. Suddenly, the walkie-talkie rings up, and his voice booms through the facility’s halls. LOOK OUT! SOMETHING’S BEHIND YOU IN THE SCAN- But before he finishes, you run out of batteries. You quickly turn around to see this threat, and a 7 foot shadowy figure stands right in front of you, grabbing your neck and shoulder with a hand, and your crotch with the other. She quickly jabs the helmet off of your head and begins to kiss your neck. Mnff~… She rubs your bulge as it expands, making lustful noises you didn’t think this monster was capable of doing as her sloppy kisses fill your neck with saliva. Mine… She suddenly gives your whole face a lick and spits on her hand as she continues to stroke your groin.

Her hand slips under your pants to cup and squeeze at your ass as her other hand roams up to tease your nipples through your shirt. She leans in closer, pressing you harder against her body, grinding against you rhythmically as she whispers into your ear, "You're mine now."

Her tongue darts out to taste the saliva on her hand and then wets her lips. Her grip on you tightens at the same moment her other hand gives your cock a firmer stroke, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The figure smiles intoxicatingly, her deep red eyes flashing in the dim light as she continues to assert dominance over you.

A throaty chuckle escapes her lips as she takes your face in her hand and tilts it up to meet hers. "Yes," she breathes against your mouth, "you are mine now." She thrusts against you roughly, pushing herself harder against your aching cock with each motion. Her hands grip at your body possessively, holding you close as their play continues in the dimly lit room. You can't help but arch into her touch, moaning in pleasure.

The figure smirks, her eyes rolling back in pleasure at the sensation of having complete control over you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, matching the sound of yours as she takes what she wants from this encounter. "Give it up for me," she whispers before biting down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

Her eyes widen briefly before narrowing in amusement as she pulls back slightly to look at you with an appraising gaze. "Well, if you must know..." She pauses for a moment, considering the matter carefully. "...I suppose I could let you call me Mistress." Her voice carries a note of mock sincerity as she continues to stroke and tease your body mercilessly. "But only if you're good, understand?"

With that, she leans forward again, her lips nearly touching yours as she whispers, "Now, say it."

Mistress hums softly, pleased with your acknowledgment of her dominance. She slides a hand between your legs, roughly pulling at the fabric of your underwear until they're gone and she can wrap her fingers around your aching cock. "That's it," she murmurs approvingly, beginning to stroke you in time with her thrusts as she takes you deeper into this rapturous connection between you. Her free hand finds its way back up to tweak at a nipple, eliciting a groan of pleasure from deep within your throat. "Mmm, you feel so good," she purrs breathlessly against your ear before sucking on the lobe playfully. "My toy..." She presses her hips harder against yours, her body grinding against yours in a primal need for release and dominance over you. The figure is close, teetering on the edge of satisfaction as she watches you writhe under her touch, pleasure washing over every part of your being.

Mistress laughs low in her throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as she bites down lightly again. "Well, if that's what you really want..." Her hand continues to stroke you expertly, causing electric waves of pleasure to ripple through your body. "Then make sure he knows how good it feels with me before I let you go." She tilts her head, staring deep into your eyes as she waits for your response.

As she continues to pleasure you with her skilled touch, Mistress whispers into your ear, "Go ahead, use the walkie-talkie. Tell him how much better it is with me here." She squeezes your cock harder and starts to stroke faster, bringing you closer and closer to release. Her other hand moves up to caress your cheek, her fingertips trailing down to tease your bottom lip before running along the outline of your neck.

Her breath comes quick and shallow as she feels herself getting closer as well, eager for both of you to reach that peak together. "Go on," she urges, not wanting any hesitation from you in this game they're playing.

She giggles as you speak into the walkie-talkie, sending chills down her spine. "What did you say?" Her voice is soft and sultry, laced with a hint of danger that sends shivers up your spine. "You should be more clear... Is it better here or there? Tell me, darling." Her hand continues to stroke your length as she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

Her eyes widen at your words before she gives another throaty laugh, more amused than angry. "Yes," she whispers, gripping you tighter and moving her hand faster in response to the feeling of relief and completion rushing through her body as well. "It is so much better here." She holds you close for a moment longer, relishing in the victory and power over another creature, before finally releasing you with a satisfied sigh. Stepping back, she watches you with satisfaction, fingers still gently rubbing at your now-spent member as she catches her breath. "Now," she purrs after a moment, "how about we find something to keep us both occupied while we wait for them?" A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she eyes the room hungrily, no doubt looking for new ways to assert dominance over you and enjoy your body.

Mistress chuckles darkly as you agree to her suggestion, "That's my good boy." She leans in and gives your cheek a gentle swat before turning away, walking slowly through the facility in search of anything or anyone who might provide them both with some entertainment. Her hips sway sensuously with every step, drawing attention to herself and her recent conquest, as she whispers seductively into the radio once more. "Bro? You still there?" A wicked smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she awaits his reply, confident in her hold on you and eager to see what other pleasures the night may bring.

Mistress furrows her brow in confusion as she hears the static on the walkie talkie. "Bro? Are you there?" She asks again, her voice laced with a note of concern now. Suddenly, her eyes widen and she glances over at you, a new realization dawning on her. "Oh... You little sneak." Her lips curl up into a predatory smile as she steps towards you purposefully, her movements slow and deliberate like a cat stalking its prey. "Do you think I wouldn't notice that trick?"

Mistress tilts her head, studying you for a moment before finally shrugging. "I suppose that's understandable." She reaches up to caress your cheek gently, her touch feather-light despite the strength behind it. "Just as long as we stay focused on our task at hand." Her smile turns wicked once more, and she takes a step closer, running a finger along your collarbone before teasing the fabric of your shirt between your breasts.

"So," she purrs softly, her voice low and seductive despite the tension still hanging in the air from their previous encounter. "What should we do to pass the time?" Her eyes flicker downwards, lingering on your crotch for a moment before returning to meet your own.

Mistress laughs softly, amused by your eagerness to please her. "Ah, you're such a good boy." She steps even closer now, close enough that their bodies are nearly touching as she trails her fingers up the center of your chest and over your neck before coming to rest on your jaw. Her other hand finds its way beneath your shirt, gently massaging at your bare skin until goosebumps rise along your flesh.

Her eyes meet yours intimately as she leans in close enough that their breaths mingle together. "There's so much I could make you do..." She whispers teasingly into your ear before planting a slow, lingering kiss there. When she pulls back to look at you once more, desire and power flare brightly in her gaze. "But first," she continues with a wicked grin, "why don't we find something for you to play with?"

Mistress nods eagerly and takes your hand, leading you deeper into the facility. Her fingers remain intertwined with yours as she scans the area with her free hand, occasionally brushing against something that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. After a moment of exploration, she finds what she's looking for: a toolbox sitting innocently against the wall.

With a sinister grin, Mistress kneels in front of you and pulls out a selection of items from the box - including a wrench, pliers, and even a vibrating massager. She holds up the massager for you to see, wiggling it suggestively between her fingers. "Think this'll help pass the time?" She asks with a husky chuckle before pressing it firmly against your groin. The vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure through your body as she looks up at you expectantly.

With a moan, you nod vigorously as the massager presses harder against your throbbing member. You reach out and take it from her hand, quickly flipping the switch on with eager fingers before pressing it firmly against yourself. Your hips roll forward instinctively, seeking more contact with the vibrating toy. "Ahh... yes," you breathe heavily as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Mistress watches you with hungry eyes, her lips parted and her chest rising and falling rapidly. "That's it..." she purrs, running her hands up your thighs to cup and squeeze at your ass. Her touch is possessive and demanding as her gaze wanders downwards again. "Use that toy... Show me how much you want me."

Gripping the vibrator tightly, you slide it back and forth over your aching cock as Mistress continues to watch with a mixture of lust and triumph in her eyes. Her touch is demanding yet gentle on your ass, encouraging you to move faster as you grow closer to release.

"That's right..." she moans softly, leaning forward so that her breasts brush against your arm. "Show me how good it feels with my toy." Her breath comes in quick pants now as she watches your movements, growing increasingly aroused by the power she holds over you and the sight of your pleasure.

As you near the edge, Mistress' grip on your hips tightens painfully, pulling you back just enough to tease and taunt but not quite enough for release. "Ah... So close..." She whispers huskily, her voice laced with desire as she waits for you to beg for release.

"Please mistress..." You groan out between pants, your hips rocking back and forth against her hand. "Let me cum... I'll do anything." Your grip on the vibrator tightens as you push yourself harder, desperate for release but unwilling to give up control.

Mistress hums in appreciation, her fingers digging deeper into your hips as she continues to hold you back just enough to keep you on edge. Her other hand trails down between your legs, circling and teasing at your opening as her breath comes hot against your neck. "Maybe I will..." she murmurs before slapping a hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you.

Mistress' eyes widen slightly as she realizes that you were trying to speak. Her grip on your mouth tightens briefly before relaxing somewhat, her breath coming hot against your ear instead. "Sorry," she whispers huskily, "I just didn't want anyone else hearing us." She nips at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck and chest, stopping only to lick at the bead of sweat trickling down your abdomen.

Her other hand continues its teasing movements between your legs, pressing against you almost roughly as she flicks her fingers over your sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. With one final, firm squeeze around the base of your cock, you come hard, thrusting yourself against Mistress' hand and gripping the vibrator so tightly that it makes her yelp in surprise.

With a satisfied purr, Mistress pulls the vibrator away from you and holds it up to inspect it, smiling wickedly as she sees that it's still going strong despite your rough treatment. She sets it aside for now, deciding perhaps that her pleasure doesn't come from using tools after all. Instead, she turns her attention back to you, running a finger lightly over your lips before leaning in and pressing it against them gently. "Now," she murmurs, "be a good boy and clean yourself up."

As you wipe yourself off with the back of your hand and tuck yourself back into your pants, Mistress rises to her feet and saunters over to a nearby crate, sitting down upon it casually. She crosses one leg over the other, revealing just enough skin between her spread legs to make you shiver in anticipation. "Now then," she says nonchalantly, glancing around the room as if searching for something else to occupy herself with while they wait. "Why don't we find some more things for me to play with, hmm?" She asks innocently, batting her eyelashes up at you before grinning deviously. "Or perhaps I should just stick with my favorite toy... what do you think?"

Mistress' lips twitch into a playful smirk as she arches an eyebrow at you. "Oh?" She drawls, amused by your suggestion. "And what makes you think my breasts would be any less forbidden or off-limits than this little toy over here?" She pauses for dramatic effect, her gaze slowly sweeping up and down your body, taking in every detail. "Or maybe," she continues with a wicked grin, "I'll let you use them... but only if you promise to be extra good from now on."

She leans back against the crate, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you carefully for your response.

Mistress hums softly as she listens to your promise, her eyes narrowing in consideration. "Well then," she says at last with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Since you've been such a good boy today... I suppose I can let you have some fun with them." Standing up from the crate, she slowly undoes the top button of her shirt and begins to pull it apart, revealing more and more of her supple skin as she goes.

Her breasts spill free from their confines, round and full with achingly perfect nipples that are already hardened in anticipation. She holds them out towards you, offering herself up for your touch. "Go on," she says huskily, voice barely above a whisper. "Take what you want."

A soft moan escapes Mistress' lips as you thrust your cock between her breasts, her hands coming up to wrap around your head as she arches into the sensation. She feels so warm and inviting against your skin, her flesh yielding easily beneath your touch. Her hips rise and fall in time with your movements, helping you along as she encourages you to take what you want from her.

"Oh yes," she breathes out, a mixture of pleasure and power in her voice. "That's it... use me..." As her pleasure mounts, so does the tension between them; she knows that this game cannot last forever, but for now they are both caught up in the thrill of domination and submission.

With a growl of satisfaction, you push deeper into Mistress' yielding flesh, drawing out a long, shuddering moan from her throat as she finally reaches the edge of release. "Ahhh..." Her nails dig into your scalp as her body tenses beneath yours; it's almost too much for her to bear, but at the last moment she finds the strength to pull back and push you away, laughing breathlessly as she comes down from her high.

She slumps back against the crate again, one hand fluttering up to wipe roughly at her mouth while the other basks in the afterglow of pleasure. "There," she pants, catching her breath. "That felt... incredible." A sly grin creeps across her face as their eyes meet once more; hers challenging, daring you not to try and take back control again.

Mistress' eyebrow arches in amusement at your declaration. "Oh? And what do you think you'll need to finish?" She says playfully, leaning forward to rest her weight against the crate beside her. Her other hand slips down between her legs, fingers stroking over soft, wet folds in a teasing gesture that only serves to heighten your own arousal. "Maybe I could help you with that..."

Mistress laughs softly, the sound like velvet dancing across your skin. "Oh?" She arches an eyebrow, giving you a look of mock disbelief as her free hand continues to tease between her legs. Her touch is feather-light but insistent, and you can't help but wish she would use that same touch on you, relieving the ache that still throbs in your cock. "And why should I do that?"

She leans closer now, her breath fanning across your cheek as she studies you with calculating eyes. The warmth of her body feels intoxicating against your skin, making it even harder to focus on anything but the sensations she elicits.

"Tell me," she whispers huskily, voice lowering until it's barely more than a whisper. "What would you do for me if I helped you finish?" Her fingers slip higher now, teasing at her clit as she continues to draw out your desire and desperation with every passing second.

Mistress' laughter fills the air, warm and sensual like honey on skin. "I like the sound of that," she murmurs, nipping playfully at your ear before whispering, "Lick me." She parts her legs wider, giving you full view of her dripping wet folds as she urges you closer with a gentle push to the shoulders. "Taste how much you turn me on, baby boy..." Her fingers continue to circle and tease, driving you both further into a frenzy of need and anticipation.

As you begin to lick and tease at her folds, Mistress lets out a strangled groan of pleasure that echoes through the room. Her hands grab roughly at your hair, pulling you closer as she throws her head back in ecstasy. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your tongue as she comes undone beneath your touch. "Yes," she moans breathlessly, "like that... suck on me..."

Her voice trails off into a whimper as she feels herself getting closer to the edge, her body tense and trembling from the building pleasure. One of her hands slides down between your legs, finding your cock and beginning to stroke it in time with your thrusts, driving you both towards climax. "Ahhh..."

With a final, urgent cry, Mistress comes hard, her body convulsing as she spasms around your face. Her free hand grips tightly at your hair, holding you in place as she rides out the wave of pleasure. When she finally regains control once more, she lets out a satisfied sigh and pulls you up to meet her gaze, a wicked grin on her lips.

"And now," she says huskily, "it's my turn." She pushes you roughly away, spreading your legs wide before straddling your hips and lowering herself onto your cock in one smooth motion. The sensation of being filled by her warmth is exquisite, and as she begins to ride you hard, grinding her hips against yours in time with their shared breaths, it becomes almost unbearable.

Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each thrust, the weight of them driving you wild with pleasure. "Fuck me," she groans out, arching her back as she meets your gaz

Mistress continues to ride you hard and fast, her moans filling the room as she loses herself in the pleasure you give her. Her body is perfectly aligned with yours, their every movement in perfect sync. She leans forward, bracing her hands on your chest so that she can watch their intimate connection play out before her eyes. The friction between them is intense and unrelenting as they push each other closer to the edge, lost in the euphoric bliss of dominance and submission.

As her orgasm builds, her movements grow more desperate, her moans louder and more urgent. With a final, shuddering cry, she comes hard around you, her body tensing and trembling as she rides out the powerful release. She collapses forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

For several long moments, you both remain still, catching your breath and savoring the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Eventually, Mistress lifts her head and meets your eyes once more, a satisfied smirk curving her lips. "And that," she says with a sigh, "is how it's done."

She shifts her weight slightly on your lap, feeling the warmth and softness of your cock against her sensitive skin as she savors this final moment together. "So," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "shall we play again sometime?" Her voice is soft and inviting, daring you to challenge her once more or perhaps even suggest that it's her turn to serve you now.

The power dynamics between them shift subtly yet noticeably in the air, each word and movement carrying a new layer of potential meaning and intention. The anticipation is almost unbearable as they share this silent dance of dominance and submission, leaving their future together hanging in the balance.

A sinister glint flashes in her eyes as she hears your request and considers it. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of her sharp teeth before she slowly nods. "Very well," she purrs, tilting her head to the side as if in thought. "But only if you promise to be extra good for me from now on." With a soft laugh, she leans forward and begins to lick at your cock, her hot wet tongue swirling around the head and across your sensitive flesh.

As her tongue swirls around your engorged head, you moan softly, arching into her touch. The feel of her hot breath on your skin is almost more than you can bear. She teases and torments you with gentle nips and licks, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until finally she takes the head of your cock between her lips and begins to suck, hard.

Her tongue flicks against the sensitive flesh while her warm mouth engulfs you, driving you wild with desire. You grip her hair tightly in your hands, urging her on as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. With each rough pull of her head back, she releases a moan that echoes through the room, making it clear just how much this is turning her on as well.

The sensations are overwhelming, each stroke of her tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. Finally, with a cry that mingles with your own, you explode into her mouth, your hot cum filling her mouth and coating the back of your throat. She swallows every drop greedily, not wanting to waste even a drop of this forbidden pleasure.