The Encounter

Draven Navarro aimed his wheels at Vegas, then the ship yanked him up. Straps locked him to cold steel. She dropped the mask and became Arabella Raphael—thick black hair, huge tits straining a leather bodysuit, shoulders cut like a bodybuilder. No time for talk. Arabella pulled the zipper on her suit, let those breasts spill free, and fed one to his mouth before sliding her slick lips over his cock, sucking him stiff in three wet strokes. Electricity crackled. The violet wand traced his ribs, his balls, a bright sting that jerked his hips forward. A zipper of electrodes snapped down his chest; she ripped it off and the pain flashed straight to his dick. Bound, he could only watch while she straddled his face, smothering him in wet heat, riding his tongue until her thighs shook. Then she climbed on, working his cock into her ass, slow at first, then pounding down hard. The riding crop smacked red lines across his chest. She flipped the zapper next, each jolt making him spasm inside her. When the machine rolled in she aimed the thick dildo, set it on high, and let the piston slam his prostate while she sat on his chest, Hitachi pressed to her clit. Every thrust, every shock pushed him closer. Her moans mixed with the machine’s steady thump, promising another Earth boy broken and reprogrammed one orgasm at a time.