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hesitated.  She couldn’t help it even though she’d been warned about questioning orders.  Her belly knotting even tighter with nerves, she lay down on the bunk.
    He studied her and she felt the suit begin to pull at her legs.  They were drawn upward and spread so wide the tendons began to complain. 
    He sat on the bunk, stroking one thick finger along her cleft.  “Me, I like human female genitals.  Much appeal to me—like bright pink color, soft little petals.  Like taste, as well.  Enjoy sucking on it and put tongue inside to collect the cream almost as much as driving cock dis tight little ting.
    “You feel de pleasure I command now?”
    Tilly absolutely did not want to admit she was stimulated by the suit, but it had aroused her to a level that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and she was worried he would make it worse.  She swallowed with an effort.  “Yes … Master.”
    His eyes narrowed. He tilted his head to study her. “Me tink I like to taste dis little flower—but the commander lef his seed.  You clean for me taste.”
    The pull on her legs abruptly relaxed and she got up.  She wasn’t sure whether that was a command from her own mind, however, or the suit. She felt like a puppet, though, as she headed toward the bathroom.
    He followed her.
    She knew he was commanding her every move when she was drawn down into a wide legged crouch that spread her entire cleft wide.
    Something hot—almost painfully so—began to pound against her genitals—like a hard stream of water.  She couldn’t believe it was, even though it felt wet, because she’d bathed already and the shower definitely hadn’t produced water.  Then the hard jet moved to the mouth of her sex and she felt it driving inside of her—deeply.  Thankfully, it was brief.  The air drying followed—and that was almost worse.
    When it stopped, she stood up and returned to the bunk without volition, lay down and resumed the position of before—much like before.  This time the soles of her feet were brought together to allow her knees to be pushed outward further—further than she’d thought she could spread her legs without unhinging the joints.
    Her ‘master’ settled between her legs and began to explore her keenly sensitive genital area with his mouth and tongue—and teeth. 
    She would have writhed with the sensations if she could’ve moved.  All she could do, however, was endure, pant and moan and groan.
    She didn’t come.
    She couldn’t.
    He stopped, sitting upright so that he could stare at her face. 
    “I leave now.  You tink about rebel and how I do tings to rebel.”
    That comment evoked indignation and fear, but she couldn’t think of anything she might say that would appease him.  If she’d been able to, she would’ve tried.
    She wanted to beg him not to leave when he hadn’t given her the release she desperately needed, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually do it.
    She was almost relieved when he left—which just went to show that she hadn’t really assimilated what he’d said to her—any of it.
    She cooled as the moisture from his probing interest dried.
    Nothing else did.  She remained feverish with the heat.
    Because she could still feel the stimulation.  It went on and on until she wanted to claw herself to make it stop.
    But she couldn’t move.  It was as if she’d been glued to the bunk.
    She tried to close her mind to the pleasure that intensified until it began to feel like pain.
    And just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore and she was going to start screaming, the suit formed a mask over her face, sealing her into her torture.  She could breathe, but she couldn’t see or hear and she couldn’t open her mouth to scream.
    She couldn’t do anything but moan and endure and pray for release—or death. 
    Chapter Five
    Tilly was ready to weep with relief when the torment finally stopped.  How long it lasted, she had no idea.  She only knew that it lasted