Four hours later, Rocketgirl's superhuman metabolism had processed 300 gallons of pure grain **** and what for anyone else would have been a lifetime supply of aphrodisiac. Miss Haller released her from the grip of the GIF trap and watched with satisfaction as the heroine's glazed eyes lolled open and her breathing returned to normal. Rocketgirl continued to inhale the aphrodisiac cocktail and swallow the pure grain ****, but at a much slower pace. Her head was swimming under the influence of the **** she'd been **** to process so rapidly.
Miss Haller knelt by the heroine and petted her hair. She cooed in her ear, "It's too soon to tell if you're addicted, but at least you'll be compliant for the next step."
Miss Haller touched Rocketgirl's chin delicately with two fingers and slowly ran them down the heroine's neck and chest. She circled one areola, then the other, and was rewarded with a subconscious moan and writhe from the heroine. Miss Haller chuckled with satisfaction as she traced her fingers further down, circling and then rubbing the heroine's clit slowly, then more firmly and faster. Rocketgirl's nostrils flared, sucking down more aphrodisiac as she swallowed harder, her body succumbing to the aphrodisiac and her captor's touch.
Miss Haller was pleased to find Rocketgirl's pussy already heavily lubricated; evidently Rocketgirl had grown quite turned on over the last few hours under the influence of the aphrodisiac, and with her defenses lowered by the grain ****. Miss Haller tentatively pushed one finger, then another inside the heroine's pussy, eliciting a moan and a fluttering of Rocketgirl's eyelids. Miss Haller began slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Rocketgirl's tight pussy, all the way in, then tracing the heroine's vaginal walls all the way out. In and out, slowly, then gradually faster and faster. When the heroine's body began trembling, Miss Haller began recording a new GIF. She stopped when she felt Rocketgirl might be about to orgasm.
Then Miss Haller quickly switched on the GIF trap, locking Rocketgirl into what she saved as GIF #3: Sex. Surveying her handiwork, Miss Haller noted that in this loop, the heroine's glassy eyes would alternately blink, glaze out of focus, or peer down her navel in anticipation. Her hands and feet would gently twitch. Her breasts would heave up and down as she breathed heavily. Her nostrils would flare. And most importantly for Miss Haller's purposes, her tongue would pump as she swallowed, and her labia would remain slightly apart, but still quite tight, for any invaders.
"Oh, Rocketgirl," Miss Haller said, kissing the heroine's cheek. "You're in for the ride of your life."
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