Extra strength Zanalfil

You wake up with a start in the observation room, expecting the worst. You sit up tenderly on the bed, still sore from the **** that knocked you out in the first place. As you look around you notice you are alone in the room, but a several people in lab coats with clip boards are looking down at you from the windows above. You recognize your father as he bends down and presses a button in front of him.

*kcht* "Morning sweetheart!" Your father's voice booms from a speaker above. "We've got a special guest for you today!"

A door opens across the room and two men come in backwards, wheeling a vertical gurney on a dolly. As they reach the center they turn their cargo to face you before quickly scurrying out the door and closing it behind them. You hear the sharp clunk of a lock as you begin to inspect your new visitor.

The large man strapped to a thin board stares at you coldly above a Hannibal Lecter bite mask like a predator surveying his prey. Bright orange straps line his heavily muscular body every couple inches, pinning him tightly to the gurney. His only motion is the constant throb from a somehow angry looking cock, dripping slightly on the floor with each pulse.

*kcht* "We here a Pfucher have improved upon our best selling male hormone enhancement, Zanalfil, to make larger, more potent natural doses, better at fighting the effects of the dreaded H1W1 virus." Your father says over the speaker like a sales pitch. "Unfortunately, the side effects are too severe for public consumption, but the good news is that doses are still extremely potent! Go on, sweetie. Show him how you say hello."

The speaker clicks off and you pensively approach the intimidating man. You kneel in front of him and take the dripping cock into your hand. You try to wipe it clean, but more keeps coming at a constant rate.

*kcht* "Don't waste it! That stuff is almost as potent as a regular dose!"*kcht*

You lap off a drip with your tongue and swallow it. It's no worse than what's normally shoved down your throat on a daily basis, anyway. You decide to pop the head in your mouth and receive a bestial growl from the restrained man.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat raw and drown you in my cum little girl, just you wait." The man whispers harshly to you and you jump back off of him in shock, more because you didn't know he could speak than from the threat itself. He shoots a jet of thick cum into your open mouth and across your face with no assistance from you whatsoever as he grins wickedly, unable to even look down and see what he's doing to you. Seems he has control over it. Great.

You hear the speaker click on but you've already swallowed the bulk of the mess before your father can even tell you to and it clicks back off. You know the value of this stuff more than anyone, and if his is as potent as they say, maybe you can earn a day or two off your knees with no ill effect. Besides, you're in control here.

You begin a shallow blowjob handjob combo, the kinda thing you might see before the men took over dose administration. You happily swallow the thin constant flow while he occasionally shoots a thicker load at your throat at your deepest point, spitefully trying to make you gag. You don't mind. You swallow this offering happily as well. His spite is your gain.

*kcht* "Christ, suck him deeper whore!" A different voice yells at you from the speaker above.

"Hey! That's my daugh-"*kcht* Your father starts before cutting the mic. You see a small argument from the corner of your eye as you continue to suck.

*kcht* "Ahem, um, our studies have shown that, uh, if you can get it down your throat... it's more..."*kcht*......*kcht* "potent?" *kcht*

Super convincing stuff. Unfortunately the cock in your mouth has ceased to produce anything, since the man is on to your game and is asserting the only control he can.