Both hands are in her hair now, twisting and pulling it with each thrust into her helpless mouth. Honey's tears fall faster as gasps and chokes on his dick.  Each thrust shoves it deep into her resisting throat, forces its way down.<br/>Her hands remain curled around him, stroking and teasing his shaft and balls. Her fingers are trembling, she wants to shove him away. She wants to push back and run.<br/><br/>But where?<br/>There's no escape from a ship in space.....<br/><br/>Each smack against her face is a slap to Honey's pride and freedom, a sharp brand reminding her she's nothing...and she'll always be nothing.<br/>