Clarissa struggles

The next few days were uneventful to say the least. In the mornings the guards entered her cell, showed a dildo down her throat filled with **** feed, and gave her two minutes to suck out its contents. In the evenings they did the same, giving her two occasions in total.

Clarissa in these times chose to obey. If she was ever going to get out of here, she would need every bit of her strength. The tingles between her legs worried her too. Paired with the occasional lines of lubricant that trickled down from between her legs. The zetan serum was effective. Very effective. And now she realized that she was locked in a race with time, where she either finds a way to get out of the station, or she would become so sex crazed she wouldn't want to escape at all.