She knew she could have her clothes back if only she could think straight and do the maths problems the man was showing her, to prove that she was a thinking human and not a stupid slut.
But she thought there had been something in the drink she’d been given, and now her pussy was gushingly, ridiculously wet, and it was hard to think about anything other than how needy her cunt was and how much she wanted to be fucked.
And as she stared at the piece of paper with the problems she knew she had to solve them, because the man said he would enslave her as a fucktoy if she couldn’t prove she was human, but instead she was crumpling up the paper and pushing it into her pussy because her pussy felt so empty and it needed something inside, and poking her clit with the pencil because it hurt and the pain felt so very good.
She guessed she wasn’t a human after all. She guessed she was a stupid slut. She hoped she was at least a good one…
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