“You better not forget slut, I get to play with you first when they’re finished remodelling you.” She giggled as she locked the final restraint ...n my neck and then skipped out of my view.“I am Doctor Smith.” The woman said softly, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life, I see you took well to the week of induction medication and mental remodelling, good. I do so hate uncooperative test subjects, from the data I see you cum easily, we may have to change that if you are going to be a. Pain, pure pain. It was difficult to maintain a thought. Where was she? With a huge effort she could at last open her eyes to find out that she was in a hospital ward. From a dropping bottle on a stance a hose went down to her right wrist. As soon as she moved her head she felt a stabbing pain. Ylva tried to call for somebody but to her dismay she realized that she was unable to open her mouth or even utter one single word. With a feeling of unreality she catched the alarm device that dangled. I thought to myself that we would never reach the house! Andy jumped in the back. I was in between both Jane and Andy, sitting back in the seat with my cock bulging in my trousers. Jane unzipped them and took out my cock. She told me that she'd always wanted to get her hands on it, and I hadn't disapointed. With that she started to wank me off, then I saw her nod to Andy and the next thing you know Andy leans over and starts to kiss and tongue the head of my cock. I was in two minds whether to. “You heard her, slave. Get in there.”“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice throaty. The closeted dyke was becoming a model sex slave for her husband.“And strip that dress off,” he added, striding in. There was more of a spine to Mr. Armstrong. He was coming along, learning to dominate his wife. But was it enough? He still seemed ... hesitant.I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong swept by, her auburn hair bouncing. She bit her lip, her green eyes shining. She pretended to be a perfect, Christian.