<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Dark_Sakura.jpg)</div><strong>Lucy F.</strong><br/><hr/>Lucy's ability to maintain her focus while being eaten out by the blonde woman before her was less a matter of superior stamina and more a matter of superior experience, the lavender-haired beauty having simply had more practice at keeping her head on straight while enjoying the pleasures of another woman's tongue.  Having the edge in experience was also partly the reason why she was able to recover so quickly compared to the blonde after their respective orgasms, though the differences in their physical bodies were also partly to blame there.<br/><br/>Under normal circumstances, a Fury would beat out a Sylph morph in stamina easily, since a social morph should stand no chance in keeping up with a combat morph in a contest of physical endurance.  Vercile's Fury, however, was... special.  It was acquired at the last minute, at a time when Lucy hadn't really had the luxury of being picky, and the previous owner had been a degenerate, debauched hyper-elite businessman who had had some rather... strange tastes.<br/><br/>He had had a thing for powerful women.  Women who were stronger than him, faster than him, better-looking than him to the point of being far out of his league, even in a future where everyone was already genetically-engineered to the point that looking ugly was a choice, rather than an unfortunate accident of birth.  He had a thing for women who could break him in two, if they so chose...  And he had a thing for breaking them down, making them slaves to his cock, reducing them to mindless sluts who would happily spread their legs for any man who wanted them.<br/><br/>He had also been the only man who had both a ready supply of Fury morphs that weren't being used when Lucy had needed one, and had been willing to sell her one of them, and so Vercile was now stuck in a body that actively craved sex, that used it as a weapon against her to weaken her, to erode her willpower and her strength and leave her weak, helpless, and begging for more.  Ironically, the previous owner would have tried to avoid having sex with her as much as possible in order to take advantage of this fact, would have let the hormone imbalance do its job and only ever satisfy her body's urges when she had been driven wild by them, when she was too aroused to think straight and too focused on his cock to feel shame.  The shame would only have come afterwards, and eventually it, too, would have faded away as Vercile made the transformation from strong, independent woman to willing slut.<br/><br/>Lucy, on the other hand, preferred to keep Vercile as the feisty combat specialist that she had originally gone to so much trouble to acquire, and that meant that seeing to her needs was a part of her daily chores.  A rather enjoyable chore, admittedly, since it allowed her to indulge in some of her own sadistic desires as well, to humiliate the blonde and leave her feeling deeply ashamed of the way that the body she was in made her want to be such an indiscriminate whore.  It was part of a deal that they had worked out; the instant they were both alone in the shower together, Lucy was the dominating mistress and Vercile was the perfectly-obedient slave, and as soon as they had dried off and gotten their clothes back on again, the session was over and they were to pretend that everything was normal between them.  What happened while they bathed stayed there, and Lucy, at least, was careful to never bring it up outside of those times when they were indulging in one another's pleasure.<br/><br/>In the lavender-haired beauty's opinion, her blonde companion had a rather delicious reaction, as she first ran her tongue along the length of the other woman's sex.  That lovely moan, those hands grasping for purchase, acting oddly ladylike while caught up in a situation that no proper lady would ever be in...  She wanted more of that reaction, and she soon put her tongue to enthusiastic use, licking up and down over the woman's sex again, letting her tongue dart briefly into those feminine folds, even taking the time to suck on her clit every now and then, looking up at the blonde woman's face as she did so, the sadistic gleam back in her eyes.<br/><br/>One of Lucy's hands would slip from Vercile's waist as she continued on, slipping down between the blonde's legs, and she would quickly thrust two fingers up and into her womanhood once they were in position, fingering her while the lavender-haired woman's tongue focused on massaging her clit, hoping to drive her to another orgasm.<br/><br/>There would be no rest for the poor blonde once the orgasm hit, however.  The Sylph's fingers, still slick with the Fury's juices, would slide out of her sex with a soft, wet sucking noise, only to then move farther back, their slick coating letting them slide into the blonde's rear entrance in a single, relatively-smooth motion.  Letting her tongue dive deeply into her companion's body again, the lavender-haired woman would continue to pleasure her, working hard to bring her to another orgasm, and then another after that, non-stop.  She would keep going until the other woman's legs gave out from under her completely and she fell...  And then, with surprising gentleness, she would be there to catch the blonde woman and break her fall.  And, as they crouched down together on the floor of the shower stall, both of them still naked and dripping wet, she would wait until her companion had regained some level of lucidity, and then she would speak.<br/><br/>"Firewall sent me a message about a mission, right as we were getting started,"  She stated, reaching up to let her fingers stroke through her companion's blonde tresses again.  "We've got a little time before we need to go in, though.  They said we could wait up to a whole day, if we needed to.  Did I make you cum your brains out enough that you can stay a good little girl for me until we get to our next session, or should we keep going until you faint, just to make sure you don't slip back into being a wanton harlot?<br/><br/>"Ah, but before you answer, I should warn you, we've been ordered to report to some spaceship down at the docks to get our mission briefing.  If you end up needing me to discipline you like this again while we're out on our mission, there's a good chance we might not have very much privacy while we're doing it.  I won't just be painting a vivid mental image for you about people watching and listening in on us, this time."