SCP-239 - The Witch Slut

John smiled voraciously when he saw that his first duty to attend to was to help contain SCP-239. It wasn't part of his scientific research, but every member of staff was obliged to help contain the Keter. The Icelandic babe named Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir came to the attention of the Foundation after being the only survivor of an asylum explosion in Reykjavik. An investigation revealed that SCP-239 was able to alter reality in lewd ways, and that an orgy in the asylum was partially responsible for the explosion.

Containing SCP-239 proved a much more difficult task, for this 18-year old had become a depraved sex addict who sought to worship cock as much as she could, and almost any thought when she isn't fucked or recovering from a good pounding, fleeting or otherwise, can cause an XXXK-class End of Prudishness scenario. Thus, her containment procedures mandated that she be pounded vigorously around the clock, with only a few breaks to allow for sleeping and nourishment.

John stood up and made his way down into the bowels of Site-69. Coming into the Keter section, he could hear the sounds of skin on skin, of rough moaning, of sexual release. He couldn't help but begin getting aroused in anticipation of pounding the little blonde bimbo.

Finally arriving at her containment chamber, he caught a glimpse of Dr. Clef exiting the room, a satisfied grin on his place. John might not have been part of the Foundation for that long, but he knew that whenever Dr. Clef paid a visit to SCP-239, she would be thoroughly edged and about to cum her brains out. Entering the room, he saw the Icelandic beauty lying on a table, folded in half, tied, with a vibrator set on a setting to keep her edging instead of giving relief. She was squirming as much as she could within her bindings, moaning wantonly, crying out for release. John unzipped his pants and prepared to do his duty to the Foundation.