The man in the lab coat looked down at me, the tears streaming down my face, the constant heaving of my chest from sobbing over the loss of my family and the current state of things. He leaned in close to me again, “Don’t worry so much, I’m just a few minutes you won’t remember a thing will you, my sissy bimbo slut.” As he said those final words an unnerving sense of calm started to ease into my mind, flowing over my body, my thoughts beginning to fade, my concentration waning. I can’t believe what they did to me. I can’t believe what they did to my family. Wait…do I have a family. What am I doing here. Where am I. Then as my mind fades into a still blackness a simple mantra presents itself and repeats over and over again…
You are a sissy bimbo slut…
You love cock…
You want cock…
You NEED cock…
You need to service men…
You NEED their cum…
You love cum…
You are are sissy bimbo slut…
As the mantra continues and repeats over and over and over in my head I feel the gag removed from my mouth and throat. I hear a voice, a feminine voice, I know it’s not mine but yet it is mine…I am a sissy bimbo slut. I can hear people all around congratulating each other. I feel the bonds holding me down loosen, freeing me from the chair but I don’t have the will to move. Not until I hear the distinct sound of zippers being undone. My body naturally moves on its own sinking to the floor to my knees, my head tilted back and my mouth wide open. I am a sissy bimbo slut. I love cock. I want cock. I NEED cock. I need to service men. I NEED their cum. I love cum. I am a sissy bimbo slut.
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