[Pinkmoth] Cone Gal

	Thunk.

	I awoke, my hands restrained, a pair of electrocuffs holding them together behind my back. Her ratty little cone pawns pushed me down the isle, up to her chair, stacking atop each other to get at more than my ankles.
	It swiveled slowly, until her form was revealed. She sat, a leg crossed over another, watching me with a cruel stare. A moment passed before she spoke, “Oh, you’re a rather nice looking one, aren’t you?” Her voice was rough with a pinch of light airyness, like an instrument played under a set of sheets.

	She stood, walking over to me. I only came up to her thighs, meaning I had to look up to see her. I gulped, took a breath and held my ground. Instead of blasting me there she pulled an  electrowhip and a collar from seemingly nowhere. The collar was slapped around my neck, flashing with a similar pulsing blue glow to the cuffs. She pushed me to my knees, making that height disparity even more exaggerated.
	“What the hell is this?” I asked, attempting to glance down.
	“Oh, trust me, captain. You will understand soon enough.” She said, voice simultaneously chiming and booming over my head.
	Her foot dug into my thigh through my suit, sharp pain which was replaced with confused pleasure when she changed her position and pressure to a more gentle press against my crotch. She spoke once more, “Pawns. I’d like to be alone with my new slave~”
	I was certainly confused and basically tenting in my suit now, which she seemed to acknowledge, pulling a light purr from her as she pushed my pants down with her foot in a single smooth movement.

	Revealed, I was twitching and throbbing under her, watching upward with a confused gaze. My face flushed just a bit and I avoided looking at her crotch for too long, still, she seemed to enjoy having more power over me.
	“Rather large. How large are you, slave?’ She asked, crouching down enough to look me in the eyes as she teased my length with her strange cone-hand. Smooth and cool, it sent a wave of different feelings through my body, most of them manifesting in me throbbing harder against her.
	“Is this what you- Uh. Six inches.” I stammered out.
	“Very large~” She teased back. She quieted down a few moments, pumping me with slow and short strokes, teasing the head of my cock until I leaked on her. Every moan or movement I gave was rewarded with a quiet chuckle or a pleased laugh before she spoke again.
	“I have an offer, captain. You can put this to waste and work in my silicon mines. Or you can stay here if your human breeding tool can keep up with my desires~” She seemed to smile, even without a set of lips. Seeming to realize how much control and power she had over me and lavish in all of it.

	Who was I to deny that choice?

	Only a few moments passed before she looped the whip through my collar, freeing me of the cuffs and tugging me to my feet with a single movement. She pulled me along, wordlessly down the halls before pulling me into her quarters.
	It was surprisingly lavish. A bed three times anything I’d ever seen, two holodecks, a window looking out into space, various strange decorations made completely of silicon or different gems.
	I didn’t have much time to appreciate the design before she pushed me onto the bed, black and red sheets surrounded me, a tall cone conqueror just above me.

	My breath hilted in my throat, the cone between her legs spun around a hundred and eighty degrees, revealing a glistening red.
	...Er, hole.
	Somewhere between a fleshlight and an honest to god woman. It glowed a dull red, appearing smooth inside but resembling something similar to a fleshlight. She sat, over me like I was her prey rather than a quick fuck, seeming to smile or judge my form like an animal.
	“Impress me captain. The silicon mines were the second best outcome.” She growled out, pushing me down with her arms.

	She roughly pushed herself down on me, cone clenching around my cock as she rode me roughly. She was simultaneously warm and cool, fleshy and smooth, hard and soft, all the same time. Alien feelings wracked my body as she rode me, digging her points into my arms all while moaning and riding me like a wild animal. I couldn’t do much aside from buck harder into her to match every increase in speed she gave.
	Every thrust rewarded me with with her own fluids, which decorated my cock when she pulled to my tip before pushing down. Light red, matching everything else inside and out as well as making everything more pleasurable.
	The Cone Queen pushed me as deep as I could go, before pulling nearly out and slamming back down with ever increasing fervor. I could barely think between all the different stimuli and emotions going through my mind before I finally came inside of her.

	She didn’t stop.

	Instead she only pushed me further inside, leaning her head down and pulling me into a kiss against her smooth face. I could hear her labored moans of “GODS” between her panting and the frantic squelching of lubricant against flesh.

	Eventually she reached some sort of threshold, holding me close with me inside, both of us brought onto our sides. She pushed me in with increasing fervor before she came, releasing a powerful moan and coating me and the bed in her light red cum.
	Her panting died down.
	She spoke up again, “Mmm~ For round two I’ll use the whip~”

	I was beginning to wonder whether this was worth it.