On a 8+, you like it and worship that cock. (+1 XP)

The **** were now making their way through Alice's nervous system, rewriting her very DNA. The pain in her scalp from the man forcefully grabbing her silky hair and using it has handle bars was excruciating. Her speed and pace was being dictated by the muscular assailant who was treating her face like another pussy to fuck. Slurping sounds continued to echo through the hallway as Alice obediently played her role of slut bringing the man closer to climax. His grunts were growing more insistent, and she could feel the spasm of his cock getting ready to soon coat her formerly virgin throat with his seed.

The **** was making the experience, pain included, more pleasurable increasing the dripping juice Alice was spreading all over her new dress. Her thighs were glistening with pussy juice as she tried her best to resist the new desire to be facially fucked. Soon, the **** had reached her brain and began to rewrite the very chemical composition of her mind. Inhibitions against sucking off strangers was fading away into oblivion, all that remained was a burning desire to put any cock she saw into her mouth.

No, Alice begged the non-sentient ****. Not like this, please. I don't want to be a cocksucker for life. Why me? Please, no. Oh God yes, yes, no, oh!

Alice felt the first wave of cum falling down her mouth. The **** had overridden her sense of taste as well. The feel and flavor of cum was becoming perfect for her. It was the best tasting thing she had consumed to date and making her all the hornier. For his part, the man was just enjoying pressing the full length of his cock into her mouth so that he could now make her swallow while deep throating him. The **** in Alice's body were altering that as well preventing her from gagging by removing the gag reflex entirely.

Once the man had milked his entire cock into Alice's stomach; he leaned back against a wall and let out a sigh of relief. Alice was stunned at what she had just done without resistance. Her mind was coming back to her in bits and pieces, reformatted but at least still her. Realizing that this was her opportunity, Alice started to pull the dress back up.