She nearly screamed with frustration.  Able to get herself so very close to the brink, but never over it. Her body twisting, her knees hitting the harsh floor, scraping the slick flesh.  Her knees spread against the ground.  Kneeling on the floor, her forehead pressing against the wall.  Hot streaming water flowing down her back.<br/><br/>Her face and shoulder pressing roughly into that chill tile, balancing her.  Both of her hands busy between her legs.  One hand almost desperately working that overly thick bottle into her aching snatch.  Thrusting it viciously into herself in time to the Drug induced wolf's thrusts into that little fuckdoll.  Her wrist twisting the thick cylinder, working it viciously into her, until it was near painful.  She needed to cum!  Needed it!  Her moans closer to throaty little growls, her free hand working her clit, pinching it, twisting it, nearly pulling it out from her body.<br/><br/>Those deliciously pert breasts swaying and bouncing with her movements.  Her nipples achingly hard from the flood of arousal that seemed to course through every demented little nerve ending.  'Nng! Damnit!'<br/><br/>She was there with them.  She was alone in the shower.  She saw that sexy little vampire doll drenched in blood and cum.  And it made her body Hum..  And yet that frustration seemed to grow.  She simply could not get herself off.  That thwarted scream as she would jam the bottle as deep as it would go, pressing it viciously against her cervix before collapsing against the floor of the shower.  Her face pressed into that puddle of water.  That deliciously sculpted ass in the air, the edge of the shampoo bottle squeezed between her thighs..<br/><br/>She wanted to scream again!  She wanted to cry.  But fuck, FUCK, she wanted to CUM!<br/><br/>Slowly she would roll over, her fingers working that makeshift toy from her body and tossing it unceremoniously to the side.  That twist of her lips in disgust with herself.  The water cool against her skin now, prompting her to slowly work herself to her feet.<br/><br/>It was a familiar story.. Always so close.  So fucking close!  And she would lose it.  The water trickling down to a dribble, and then mere droplets as she would hit the right button combination to turn it off.  Her body nude, wet, glistening as she would walk unabashedly through the corridors of the ship, towards her own room.  At least in her dreams she ~always~ came.