Baroness was completely unprepared for me. I think she knew in her heart I was coming for her, yet she made no effort to hide herself or shirk away. Perhaps she felt safe now that White Queen was back, like their commander had perhaps neutered me, but the bitch was finding new and sluttier ways to tease me than anything I'd seen so far. Her jumpsuit was getting intense daily workouts as while she had previously kept her zipper up high enough that it allowed her big, pillowy cleavage to spill out, now she had it down far enough that her crinkly, smelly pubic hair was visible, hanging out from between the teeth of the zipper. Her musk was getting stronger too, but I suspected that was from her passing into her fertile cycle more than anything else.
We were passing each other in the hallway, when she stopped me suddenly, grabbing my shoulder. I'd been meaning to talk to her, but I hadn't expected her to find me first. "Hey, pipsqueak!" she snapped, effortlessly tossing me against the wall and moving in on me, till her melon tits had me hemmed in from either side, with nowhere to go. Her gigantic, pillowy cocksucker lips slapped thickly together as she stared down at me over them with furious, burning eyes. She seemed to be fattening them up, bulging them for me, eager to show me how moist and plump her cocksucker lips were, preening herself like a peacock with her sleaziest attribute.
It was hard not to stare, but I eventually stammered out, "Uh, yeah?"
She leaned forward, smashing her tits into my chest hard enough to pin me to the wall. "Vite Queen certainly is something, yah? She tamed the big bad boy who was turning all our pilots into little slutty sluts, eh?" She smacked her fat lips at me, grinding her tits against me harder. Her jumpsuit, fully unzipped, suddenly gave way, and her massive, meaty tits spilled out, totally naked, nipples grinding against my chest. "YOU LOOK PATHETIC NOW, EHHHHH?" she grinned, snorting derisively at me hard enough that I could feel her breath on my face.
Despite the way she was pressing in on me, I stood my ground. I'd seen Duchess and Lady acting the exact same way to me, snooty and preening, then I'd seen them transformed into slaves. Everyone had a weakness and I think I knew Baroness's. I shrugged and lifted a finger to those plump as fuck lips, pushing it against them. They were so thick and soft that my finger popped right through into her slutty mouth and she sucked on it reflexively, cheeks hollowing stupidly, her eyes rolling a bit. She looked about ready to come to her senses and hurt me, so I spoke quickly, "Yeah? Well how about you? Doesn't that mean you've bowed down to her as well? I don't see you so much as moving a muscle unless she says so."
She looked livid. Enraged so bad she looked ready to hurl. Her fists clenched and she growled, "You swinehund! You nincompoop! I am my own voman! I do not bow down to anyvun!"