Heather had been in his French class during her senior year. Watching her struggle through all those classes, he had a feeling she’d sign up for the Living Fuck Doll program and he was right.

“So fucking glad I got put on the waiting list for you,” he said as he thrust his cock down her open throat for the tenth time that night. “I’m not going to feel stressed again for the next five years. And if I do, I’ll just fuck the hell out of one of your holes. It’s perfect!”

Of course, since the implant kept her unconscious, nourished, and pliant, she made no response, but that was fine.