Locked away, utterly insane

They find her the next day, still rubbing herself incoherently. Quite the scandal. Instead of police, mental hospital workers take her immediately. There's not much of an investigation, search of Dahlia's apartment turns up a lot of ****, including your potent acid and a few other items you smartly mixed in.

Erin congratulates you by having you tell her all the sordid details while sucking you off. She rides you like a stallion for a solid weekend, and you get a 20,000 gift card. Erin wants you to do more errands for her, and she also encourages you to seek out the pledge class story arc.

Dahlia never recovers. As a progressive hippy firebrand, she'd distanced herself from her already strained family. There's more shame than sadness as Dahlia is committed to a straight-jacket One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Style facility.You hear that, among the few coherent sentences she utters, 'nice little slit' and 'up in the sky' are some of the most.

Of course, Erin pulls Dahlia's file to revel in the sordid details of her mental detention. "So sad. Not likely to improve. They keep her in the back most of the time because she approaches newcomers, with her fingers buried in her snatch I'd bet... Once a loose liberal slut, always a loose and pathetic slut..."

Erin goes over the report, it's bad. "Hospital morale is high. They make sure that one of the orderlys visit her every. single. night..." You can only imagine that if Dahlia is permanently stuck in the sex-oriented mode you set her off on, she's attracting all the perverted doctors, unethical nurses, and probably 90% of the janitorial staff. "She's probably the communal sperm dumping ground for that nuthouse... Hmmm... maybe I'll put in a word with the Governor's Office and see if they can't snip out her ovaries. Wouldn't want anyone losing their job over a pregnancy... or another hippie brunette being loosed upon our country..."

Erin sees you start to blanch, she clicks off her device and saddles up to you possessively.

"You did good, by me." She strokes your arm and drags the points of her D tits emphatically over your skin. "Come and fuck me again. You deserve this."

You wonder... was it worth this?

"She would have taken too much of something one day, done this to herself with some other misstep." Erin reassures you, fishing your dick out of your pants and jacking you off. "It's a mercy, really. Purging the lambs."

Somehow, you imagine Dahlia isn't too sad, and that Erin is also right. She could have hurt herself, or someone else, or lived a long and unsatisfactory life some other way. Instead she gets to be a 'nice little slit', and have plenty of men use and spunk up her works while being locked away safely from the world. You can imagine her on her back, looking up blankly at whoever is using her, happy, almost, a perfectly content and brain-dead, breathing brunette sex toy.

"Mm, you're hard again. Lovely. This is why I keep you around..." Erin growls.