Being aware that she was caught up in a fantasy was fine. Somehow, she was making Star Gazer's job of getting them out of this mess much easier, so pretending Star Gazer was abducting her wasn't putting any harm to Star Gazer, right? She'll believe that, so she'll indulge.
Konoka closed her eyes, trying to rest and accept her helplessness for now.
But as she the faint shifts of the ship got to her, rubbing her nipples, Konoka's imagination--or something within the voidstorm, or even both?--sparked something.
Konoka opened her eyes again, and this time she was strapped down onto a table.
At first, a faint alarm shot through her body, but it dulled and disappeared just as soon as it came. This was an illusion of some kind, born of both mutual fear and arousal. Arms pinned to her sizes with straps and faintly visible sticky strands. She could feel the cold of the dark room where she was strapped down. From the distance, she could see a faintly human shape leering at her, as if appraising her. It didn't move, but two almost-tentacle-like probes extended from the shadows, teasing her now hardened nipples.
"Mmmmn!" Konoka was still faintly sleepy, so she didn't quite have a dramatic squeal, but the jolt was pleasurable, nonetheless. She was merely reacting to her body's current condition in reality, but the hallucination was clearly enhancing what she felt. Am I dreaming? What's going on? Should she try to call for help? She doesn't feel like she's in any actual danger, but what she's looking at still feels too alien for her to have entirely cooked it up herself. Should she call for help? She didn't want to distract Star Gazer if this was just a hallucination!
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Konoka closed her eyes, trying to rest and accept her helplessness for now.
But as she the faint shifts of the ship got to her, rubbing her nipples, Konoka's imagination--or something within the voidstorm, or even both?--sparked something.
Konoka opened her eyes again, and this time she was strapped down onto a table.
At first, a faint alarm shot through her body, but it dulled and disappeared just as soon as it came. This was an illusion of some kind, born of both mutual fear and arousal. Arms pinned to her sizes with straps and faintly visible sticky strands. She could feel the cold of the dark room where she was strapped down. From the distance, she could see a faintly human shape leering at her, as if appraising her. It didn't move, but two almost-tentacle-like probes extended from the shadows, teasing her now hardened nipples.
"Mmmmn!" Konoka was still faintly sleepy, so she didn't quite have a dramatic squeal, but the jolt was pleasurable, nonetheless. She was merely reacting to her body's current condition in reality, but the hallucination was clearly enhancing what she felt. Am I dreaming? What's going on? Should she try to call for help? She doesn't feel like she's in any actual danger, but what she's looking at still feels too alien for her to have entirely cooked it up herself. Should she call for help? She didn't want to distract Star Gazer if this was just a hallucination!