(OOC: Never mention blood like that again, please?  It bothers me)<br/><br/>Damn she was horny, so very, very horny.  Maybe not the horniest she'd ever been, but definitely pretty damn horny.  Still, she wasn't<em>about</em>to fuck this curse-stricken girl (especially not after the blood... damn... not even Doxi'd gone that far...)... what was so different about her that she wasn't fucking her then and there like her crew?<br/><br/>...wait, was it... no... was it because she didn't<em>want</em>to fuck her?  She wasn't being 'forced' to, but highly,<em>highly</em>motivated to do so.  But she didn't want to, so she wasn't!  Doxi was grinning as she bound the woman up; truly a simple yet ingenious curse, making her<em>want</em>to fuck and others<em>want</em>to fuck her.  Less invasive than outright forcing them, and what was it her mother doted at her... it's all about the subtleties or something?<br/><br/>Eh, whatever; the bitch was bound now, and Doxi knew the secret to the curse.  She'd hold off, vent her frustration after Vera was cured, or perhaps on the dear MILF of a mother instead.  Slapped her to wake her up after she stuffed the woman's clothing into her bag, and the first words from her mouth...<br/><br/>"No, I won't be fucking you." she said, chuckling "We're going to get you cured, so just work with me and I'll give you a big, fat cock later okay?"<br/><br/>Bound, she'd toss the woman over her shoulder like an animal, ass-up and facing the front, leaving Vera to face behind her.  Time to get her off the ship and to her mother... but<em>before</em>she approached she'd explain the secret to the curses effects, not that she expected her mother to have any problems; trained sexual professionals knew as much about resisting and restraint as they did about fucking a man, woman, futa, shemale, or monstrous aberrant out of their rightful mind.  And she was shooting others who might approach, so there was that too.