Kelly becomes subservient

"Absolutely," Kelly said, a bit hypnotically. She removed the remainder of her clothes and stands before him.

The man smiles as he examines her knock-out body. "Now Kelly, you want to stay here, correct?"

"Yes sir. I want us to be safe."

"Us? Oh no, Kelly, you didn't come here with anyone else. It's just you."

"Just me? But what about..." Her mind was fuzzy; she could have sworn she came here with someone, but who? More than that, she could not seem to remember who she was or why she was here. "Um... Who am I?"

The professor sighed; this happened every now and then. He might have added too much of one chemical, rewriting the hippocampus. No matter. She would be more fun this way.

"Kelly, you are my lab assistant who does whatever I say. Remember?"

"That makes sense," Kelly thought out loud.

"Now, it has been a very stressful day. Why not come over here and pleasure me."

"Absolutely, sir." Kelly knelt before her master and removed his cock from his pants. She stared at the average pole for a while before stroking it up and down before engulfing it into her mouth."

The professor put his hand on her head and shoved her all the way to his crotch. Not one for gentleness or subtlety, he wanted to enjoy this woman.