The room was silent. To your left was a living area with a couch and coffee table; ahead there was a dining table with a few chairs and a small kitchen; to your right, a large bed with fitted black sheets, surrounded by two nightstands on either side—there was a closet to the side of the bed, mirrors on its doors, and a doorway: you guessed this led to a refresher. More than anything, you were grateful that the room was warm.

The man considered you as you glanced around. You looked back to him, his visor still trained on you.

"Come here, little whore." He stood at the foot of the bed, fully clothed but for his cowl. You forced yourself to swallow, hard, and remained where you were.

"Come. Here." His tone was clear even through the vocoder—the kind of tone that made it clear he would not be issuing commands twice. Your head spun, and you walked towards him slowly. Silence fell again for a moment. You swayed in front of him.

"I'm hungry," you whispered. It shocked you how strangled your voice sounded—quiet and weak, just barely audible.

He almost felt bad for her again. He would let her eat soon, he told himself.

"Lay down on the bed." The mechanical voice showed no hint of compassion for you, no indication that he even heard you. But you were sure he had.

You obeyed, laying down on your back. His gloved hands found the front of his pants and he pulled down his zipper. You stared up at the ceiling blankly as you heard the rustling of clothes in front of you. You felt his gloved hands take hold of your knees and spread them apart; he climbed between them, pushing you up on the bed a little. You were half glad to be in a warm bed in a warm room with another being; suddenly you felt as sick as he was. He shifted again, and you felt something smooth and warm slap against your thigh. He had pulled out his cock.

"Get me hard," he ordered. Same mechanical voice; it looked like he didn't intend to take his helmet or clothes off.

You had no energy to fight, so you tilted your neck to look between your legs. His cock was half-erect and large. He was uncircumcised. You were met with a moan when you wrapped your hand around his cock—a noise that sounded very strange through a vocoder. You pumped his shaft a few times then set to work playing with his foreskin, pulling it down from the head of his cock, pushing it back up—down, up, down, up. He groaned and bucked up into your hand.

"Line me up with you."

There was no touching you; this wasn't about your pleasure, only his. You forced yourself to swallow as you lined his cock up with your dry entrance. He gave a slight thrust to part your inner lips only, stretching out over your body. Suddenly the helmet was above you, staring down at you, his cock at the entrance of your cunt. Time seemed to stand still for you; you heard only the sound of your own breathing. Without warning he pressed his hips up into yours; a hissing sound came from his helmet as he sank into you.

He closed his eyes behind his helmet, savoring the feeling of burying himself slowly in her hot tightness.

"Fuck," his voice growled. "You're a tight little whore."

You whimpered under him, the friction that delighted him creating a radiating pain for you. He pressed hard into you until he had buried himself fully. He all but pulled out before doing it again, sinking back in slowly. He was met with less resistance this time, your body responding even as he raped you. You felt yourself growing wet as he pulled out and thrust back in, then again and again. He was moaning and panting above you, no longer holding himself up. His chest pressed against yours, his gloved hands grasping your shoulders to pull your cunt down onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

You stared up at the ceiling as he filled you—you were finally warm for the first time in days. You closed your eyes, trying to at least savor the softness of the bed and the quality of the sheets rubbing against your body.

"Look at me, you filthy little whore."

You glued your eyes to his visor, trying to zone out again, but a gloved hand reached up and wrapped around your neck. Panic shot through you as he squeezed, cutting off your air supply, thumb pressing into your vein. Your head pounded, cunt squeezing around him in terror. You felt him pounding you hard as the world swam before your eyes, static starting to fill your vision.

And then his hand was gone—and so was he. He pulled out of you with a pop, crawling up the length of your body and straddling your waist. He ripped his gloves off, throwing them down beside him. He took hold of his cock with his right hand, his left groping your breasts.

"You're hungry?" the voice panted. "Open your mouth."

Tears formed in your eyes. You opened your mouth obediently, and he started jerking his wrist, working himself hard. You could tell that behind his helmet he was staring at your mouth, which you knew he was about to cum in. The noises he made grew lewder as he approached his orgasm, the wet sounds of him masturbating filling the room. Suddenly he grabbed his cock and shoved his hips forward, pushing himself in your mouth.

"Swallow. Me!" he practically yelled as his seed spilled into your mouth. You laved his shaft with your tongue as he filled your mouth. He pulled out, hovering above you and squeezing the last drops from his foreskin, letting them drip into your mouth. You held it there, not swallowing yet; you knew he wanted to see you with a mouth full of his cum. He was breathily heavily, staring down at you.

"Swallow," he ordered. You swallowed, his load sliding down your throat and into your empty stomach. You opened your mouth again to prove it to him.

He grunted his approval and pushed himself up, tucking his cock back into his pants. After a moment, he stood; now he had to think about what to do. She had been good for him, following his orders and being submissive—sticking her tongue out to stimulate the underside of his cock while he came, showing him her mouth full of cum and opening again after swallowing. She had performed perfectly. He had to show her he would reward good behavior the same as he would punish bad.