Test number 23, The Correction Ray

Frank was watching as the newest batch of subjects were delivered. Ever since the homosexual marriage requirements for women had been passed in Texas he'd been working at the testing facility.

The law was perfectly reasonable, in order for a woman to be granted a marriage to another woman they had to prove the were in fact gay. Now this had originally been something of an issue for the obvious reasons the people who'd written the laws had never considered. However, Frank was a man of vision and the law, with a little court assisted interpretation, he'd been more than able to establish himself as the leading testor affording him a near limitless number of subject to test his creation on.

It was a rather simple thing, kinda like a temporary lobotomy that turns the subject into a perfectly obediently almost preternaturally horny bimbo. It hadn't been it's original purpose but the profitability of producing what amounts to a willing sex slave had really changed the direction of his research from alzheimer's when the side effects were noted by his funders.

"Alright, that's the lot of them." The delivery man said. "Eight in all, three couples and two singles with out of state partners." This had become so routine the regular jokes and comments about fucking the dykes straight had died out.

"Hey when does the testing start?" A blonde asked while her drummed her fingers on her hip impatiently.

Frank sent the delivery man off with a wave and gave everyone the run down of how the testing goes. They'd be here for a week and at the end if they pass would be given their certificate for marriage. They all already knew this and the impatient blonde loudly interrupted. "Yeah, yeah we know, you try to fuck us we say fuck off and then finish this stupid fucking thing."

Frank finished by showing everyone their rooms ignoring the blonde. Naturally none of the couples shared a room and they all locked from the outside. While everyone was getting packed away Frank went to the blonde. "Listen I know this is just a formality but if you don't follow the rule I can't sign off on the permit and you'll have to do this whole thing again."

The blonde rolled her eyes and sighed. "It's fine, just stick of this stupid fucking country." It was better than when the women blamed him for the law, rather than just taking advantage of it.

"Alright, then I guess we should get started would you mind coming with me for a moment." Frank gestured for her to follow and walked to his lab disguised as a therapist office. The blonde looked a bit unsure when she walked inside. "I know the stories but no this week isn't me trying to fuck you, this is a strictly regulated system, basically therapy to make sure you know yourself." Frank explained as he sat in a chair, grabbed a book and pointed at the couch.

The blonde sat on it and Frank tapped the button that activated his ray. "What's that buzzing?"

"There's a camera," he gestured to an empty wall as he picked up a click board, "I've been telling people it's been making that noise for months but no one comes to fix it." He watched as her cheeks gained a bit of colour. "Now onto the questions." He started rattling off the basics, name, age, when sexuality was discovered, if hetro sex had ever been tried. All designed to stall for long enough that the ray had the desired effect. When she ran into a question she couldn't answer he put the clip board down. "Get on your knees in front of me." She obeyed without hesitation. "Strip and take my pants off." She pulled her clothes off, he'd been long trying to tune the ray to allow enough brain power for striping to be sexy but hadn't quite managed it yet.

She pulled her clothes off exposing her decently sized tits. When she pulled his pants down her watched as her thighs squeezed together. She was very responsive but not ideally. The better subjects were able to orgasm from any and every sexual command.

"Wrap your dyke tits around my cock and make me cum." He ordered. She did just that, obediently fucking his cock with her tits happily moaned each and every time his tip breach out the top. She didn't have much in the way of talent but it was enough to move on to the more important aspect of the test. Pickup up his clip board again he started asking the real questions. "How does a cock feel?"

"Mmm." The blonde moaned, he really needed to get the speech zone of the brain isolated. A big part of the monetization for the ray was a talking sex slave.

"Does daddies cock feel good?" He reach over and pinched a nipple making her moan happily. "Are you going to go eat more cunts after this?" The blonde nodded. Another issue was that the ray didn't do anything about the subject sexuality it just made them too horny and stupid to refuse anything. "Do you want your girlfriend to see you like this. Jerking off daddies cock with your cow tits? Moo for me."

"Moooo." That was basically the only progress he'd made in terms of speech, a childish ability to make animal noises, provided it was an animal noise the subject was familiar with.

"Do you want your first taste of man cum dyke?" He asked grabbed a fist full of her hair and shoved her head down around his cock head and thrusting his hips in short burst, pumping her mouth full. "Swallow."

She did and he pulled her off. She had a hand between her legs and was staring at the cock before her longingly. "'ore." She moaned.

Frank was a little stunned, had he finally got the speech right? Good thing she would be here for the rest of the week. "Put your clothes on." She obey and then he put her back on the chair and turned off the ray. After ten minutes the blondes brain returned and she gagged. "Is something wrong?" He asked noting the time it had taken her to recover and her first reaction.

"Sorry, just have a god awful taste in my mouth." She tried to clear her throat.

"Perhaps you should go to the bathroom, and please send your partner in next."