personality alteration

The machine whirred and beeped. Pain shot through Miss Patriot's temples. Soon, the pain subsided.

A tube was inserted into Miss Patriot's mouth. She tried to push it out ,but it was secured into place. Soon something was slowly dripping into her mouth. It was warm and salty.

The brunette woman stood at the control panel. A short woman in high heels, a very short tight skirt, tight white blouse, and lab coat came in with a jug of white fluid. She had a pair of glasses, and her thick, long auburn hair was in a pony tail. "Ma'am, where did you get all of this semen?"

"Frat boys, horse and cow breeders, dog kennels," said the brunette. "Put that semen in the container. By the time we're done with her, she'll crave semen like a heroin addict craves heroin."

The assistant dumped the semen into a large funnel.

As the semen trickled into Miss Patriot's mouth, her pleasure centers were stimulated. Her nipples hardened, her pussy grew wet, and her mind relaxed, and her chest heaved. She fought the feelings of sensual pleasure this humiliating experience was giving her.