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The cold liquid filled my insides.
“One with aphrodisiac effects.”
What?!
“You’ll need more, but you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”
I was presuming that was a rhetorical question.
Something else was wheeled in, and he moved me to the side, sticking some pads on my chest.
“I’ll check your vitals—and confirm how much you love taking my cock up your asshole. It’s all in the name of science, of course,” he said with a chuckle, then slapped my ass.
I didn’t need to be paralysed to know my pussy was wet.
He loved carrying out various procedures on me. His version of foreplay was sticking a thermometer up my ass during his daily‘health checks.’
The man loved torturing me.
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Vadik
Her vitals—heart rate, blood pressure, temperature—responded exactly as predicted. The aphrodisiac mixture showed early signs of efficacy. I closed her eyes to preserve the moisture.
“Better this way. No blinking. Just lying there, being used. Holes made to be filled,” I whispered in her ear.
She lay still and silent, but her pulse spiked. How obedient the body is when the mind can’t intervene.
I stood and unbuckled my belt, staring at her. I used to live for the theatre of flesh—scalpels, sutures, the red bloom of obedience under my hands.
But Lena changed everything. Now I had my work. My masterpiece. In one trembling, obedient body.
She wasn’t born mine. I carved her into it. Piece by piece—mind rewired, and body reengineered.
A creature of blood and bone sculpted for pleasure, pain, and permanence.
She wasn’t a woman anymore. Just anatomy repurposed. A living, breathing response system wired to my voice, my cock, my will.
And she wanted it. Needed it.
That’s what made her perfect.
Not love. Not life.
Creation.
Mycreation.
Now she lay silent and compliant, ready to take whatever I gave her.
I knelt behind her, spread her thighs, and smirked when my fingers m
found her soaked cunt. Weeks of denial had done its job—she was dripping.
Desperate—and undone.
“That’s right, my sweet. Now you know your place,” I said, shifting her tail aside and tugging the nozzle from her slick, twitching hole.“Your purpose is to serve.”
