You get a concerned call from her father.

Steven calls you one day, with concern in his voice. It's been a few months since Gemma moved out of the house, and he's worried that she's gotten caught up in ****. He proposes staging an intervention, but you suggest he ask Gemma to take a **** test before doing so. Steven is positively stumped when the tests all come back negative - there's not a single **** in her system. You tell him that maybe she's just getting used to living on her own, and the new-found independence is not as easy as she might've thought it would be. He isn't thoroughly convinced and believes his daughter is still hiding something but agrees to let it go for now. You hope he doesn't start poking around too much or coming around to visit her, but in the absence of narcotics in her system, he is simply stumped as to what the problem could be.

Of course, you know the real reason Gemma looks so fucked up. She's constantly in a cum-drunk haze with a glassy look in her eyes because of the unrelenting dicking you've been giving her. The sheer variety of sensations she experiences on a daily basis stimulates her constantly, and you suspect that the little nympho has developed actual nymphomania - as her hypersexuality and sex addiction are off the charts. Her daily routine is to be woken in the morning by the alarm setting on the remote-controlled vibrator, before watching porn all day while getting railed by the fuck-machine, waiting for you to arrive. Her pussy is in a constant state of wetness, even when she's not doing anything sexual as if her body now has a mind of its own. The apartment bears the constant lingering scent of her sex, and the plastic sheet on the carpet is covered with the trails she drips behind when walking around.

She was once an intelligent, articulate girl capable of holding a conversation, but now she can barely string a sentence together. The constant orgasms have utterly broken her mind and destroyed her willpower, her brain flooded with a constant stream of hormones and endorphins. She barely eats more than one meal a day, sustained mostly by a diet of cum that you happily provide on tap, and all she can think about is being filled in all of her holes and being made to scream.

Now, her only reason for living now is the pursuit of your cock, and you couldn't be happier having your own personal fuck-doll to play with whenever you like.

THE END.