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Chapter 2 by Overcharge Overcharge

Who's the lesbo we're converting today?

trans lesbian x male therapist

Then the doctor leaned in close, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "Just listen to my voice, Tamara. You're feeling so relaxed, so peaceful. Your mind is empty, ready to accept my suggestions. From now on, the thought of another woman will fill you with disgust and revulsion. Only I can give you pleasure. Only I can tell you what to desire, what to crave. Your body, your mind, your very soul belongs to me now."

Tamara felt a chill run through her as the doctor's words sank in, reshaping her very identity. Her lesbian, her feminist ideals, her love for her girlfriend—all of it melted away like ice in the sun, replaced by a blank, obedient emptiness. She was no longer Tamara, the strong, independent woman she once was. She was just a tool, a plaything, a set of holes for the doctor to use as he saw fit.

"Thank you, Doctor," she breathed, her voice distant and dreamy. "I'm ready to serve you in any way you desire." Her tits, swollen and sore from the massive implants, ached deliciously as she awaited his command, ready to be fucked, groped, used. The lingering scent of the doctor's cologne and the throbbing pain in her chest were the only sensations she knew, the only things she cared about. Her dick, once a source of pride and power, hung useless and flaccid between her thick, creamy thighs. She had no desire to touch it, no need for it anymore. Her pussy, on the other hand, dripped with anticipation, swollen and sensitive and aching to be filled.

The doctor smiled, a cruel, cold smile of pure male dominance. "Good girl," he said, and unzipped his pants. "Come service your master."

Tamara crawled forward eagerly, ready to worship the thick, hard cock jutting out of the doctor's pants. She had ****, no will of her own anymore. She was just a set of holes, a toy, a ****. And she loved it. She loved being owned, being used, being told what to do. It was her purpose, her reason for being. To serve the doctor, to pleasure him, to make him feel good. That was all she was good for now.

She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking greedily as if her very reason for existence was to milk his cock, to drain every last drop of cum from his balls. She wanted to taste his seed, to swallow it down greedily, to have it soak into her skin and make her his completely. She needed it, craved it, more than air or food or water. The thought of going without his cum, of not being filled and used and owned, made her feel empty and lost and ****.

She bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag and **** but not stopping. She couldn't stop. She wouldn't stop. Not until she had milked out every last drop, not until he had pumped her full and marked her as his property inside and out.

"Fuck, you're such a good little cocksucker," the doctor groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, holding her in place as he fucked her face, using her throat like a fuck hole. "Such a perfect little toy. You were made for this, made to service men like me. This is what you're good for. This is all you're good for."

Tamara moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and wet, as tears streamed down her face from the brutal face fucking. She knew he was right. She had been a fool to think she could be anything else, to waste her life pretending to be something she wasn't. She was a slut, a whore, a set of holes for men to use. And she fucking loved it.

The doctor came with a roar, his hot seed shooting down her throat, filling her belly with his cum. Tamara swallowed it greedily, gulping it down like a woman dying of thirst, **** for every drop. She could feel it warming her insides, claiming her, marking her as his. She belonged to him now, completely and utterly.

As the doctor pulled out of her mouth, she gasped for air, drool and cum dripping down her chin. Her tits ached and her pussy throbbed with need, swollen and sensitive and **** to be filled. She looked up at him with worshipful eyes, ready for his next command. "Thank you, Master," she breathed, her voice hoarse from the brutal face fucking.

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