"Yes, yes, yes!" Cece proclaimed every time her nubile little body bounced ontop of the serpent's cock. Every sensation would stimulate her mind, making her drunk on pleasure as she was driven to near madness by Vespira's cock. "Soo.. gwueed!" The pink-haired girl curled her arms around her mistress' neck, with her large breasts gliding alongside, up and down against the alien. She looked into Vespira's eyes, completely hypnotized and drawn away by any painful sensation of being filled to the brim. The girl had already climaxed many times, spilling her lusty juices over Vespira's cock. The first pump of semen was always a delightful treat, as her pussy would begin to drink all of it and store it inside of her womb. As Cece's lips parted, a bridge of silver saliva could be seen. "Your cock is the best~" Cece buried her head in the crevice of Vespira's neck. In the second orgasm, the mechanic's legs spread out wide, paralyzed in pleasure when she had been filled to the brim. The girl was tossed off, laying in a pool of semen with hair covering her eyes. She was breathing heavily, though had no time to rest when Vespira used her once more.

With her nice, round ass presented to Vespira and her head faced down to the ground, she would feel her breasts painfully glide along the floor with every powerful thrust. Her arms hung down loosely like noodles. The cock would disappear into her asshole, and with it, a new sensation. Her asshole was lined with tight grooves that would tickle and squeeze the cock in regular intervals. Eventually, Cece would use her forearms as face protection from the ground. She would bury her face underneath her forearms and allow her musical moans to fill the room once more with excitement. "I'll... haaaa... never get tired of... this cock...!" The next orgasm came when Cece arched her back. Such a piercing cry would let anyone nearby know that Vespira was tending to her toy. And with that, Cece began to fade out of consciousness.

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When Cece woke up, she immedietely went to clean the semen off the ground, as well as wash herself off completely. The girl wasted no time putting on the official slave outfit of Vespira's empire, one that hugged her body with skintight precision. Her outfit was crison red with wonderfully drawn black lines across the sides of her arm and thighs, gently curling around at the ends to make a heart. She banded a strand of her hair like she normally did. Though she wanted to enjoy Vespira much more, the girl opted to head to the maintenance room and work on diagnosing the ship, as were her duties.

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How long would she be trapped? Only time would tell.