Hayley Atwell

John thought about it. He already had Lady Gaga acting as a mindless sexbot who showed no emotion, so he decided to put a twist on it. "I wish Hayley Atwell loves sexual role playing, and I wish she wants to come over tonight and act like a sexbot for me and Karen. The more she acts like a sexbot, the hornier she gets."

"Granted."

John looked at Dove. He had forgotten about her. "Karen, go get the sex **** and bring down here."

"Sure thing!"

"Sexbot Gaga, free Dove."

"Sexbot Gaga will obey."

Gaga freed Dove, and she crawled out of her cage.

"Dove, go home and get cleaned up. Go by the cheapest makeup you can find then fix your hair and make-up put on your sexiest underwear and clubbing outfit and go to your favorite night club. Have two men cum down your throat, two cum on your face, one cum on the right side of your head, one on the left, on on the back of your head, and one of the top of your head, massage all the cum into your hair then come back here. If anyone asks why you're doing this, tell them you're a cum addict and nothing else. Got it?"

A trembling Dove nodded.

"Good. Get going."

"I wish the more men cum on Dove, the more she loves it, and any time a guy cums on her or in her mouth, she has an orgasm."

"Granted."

"I wish Dua Lipa feels very embarrassed acting like a sex ****, but it really makes her horny, and the more we humiliate her, the hornier she gets."

"Granted and granted."

A moment later Karen leads a crawling Dua down the stairs into the sex dungeon.