Shannon stared forward, glassy-eyed, at the man talking to Bill. She couldn’t remember anything else about her life, but she remembered Bill.
As soon as she saw him, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, waiting for him to… to… do…
She wasn’t sure, at first, but as soon as his cock pushed past her lips and down her throat, she knew. She’d always been meant for it, to be a place for his wonderful cock!
“She’s so cute now, Bill. Look at all that drool on her face, that cum spilling out. I’m tellin’ ya, this is the best version of her there’s ever been!” the man said.
“Oh yeah, John! Fuck yeah! Ya know, I was a little worried I’d miss her conversational skills, but now that I can fuck her throat, cunt, or ass any way I like- Man! She is so much better this way! Plus, we won’t have her making poor Erica cry anymore. Isn’t that right, Erica.”
The other girl stared, just as blank as Shannon, and then went back to sucking John’s cock.