The Turning: Part Five

Dr. Elixir glances up from her tea packaging, computer screen glowing, just as the Orderly hustles Halle, Cassie, and Blaire into the lab. Their skin glistens with sweat, pussies glossy and lips parted. She grins, this mad scientist proud of her creation—pet Halle got it right. She waves the Orderly out; time for private testing. First test: a guy on the cover of a magazine. They recoil like they’ve seen raw sewage, faces twisted in disgust. She ticks the box. Second test: she pulls a pair of panties out of her lab coat, soaked beyond saving. The three girls immediately start drooling, thighs shiny with their own juices. She lets the panties drop. All three hit the floor on hands and knees, clawing each other to shove the cotton into their greedy mouths. Blaire is quickest—she snatches it, jams the whole thing inside her, sucking it clean while Halle and Cassie whine. They swivel desperate eyes back to their Mistress. She peels off the coat, tits bouncing, shaved cunt bared. They attack immediately—mouths open, tongues sliding up and down every fold. Sweet and sticky sounds echo through the lab as they swap spit, pussy juice, whatever wet they can slurp straight from each other’s lips and holes. Dr. Elixir shoves fingers in, comes back coated, and feeds them like birds—her pets lap the mess straight from her hand. Every wet hole takes a tongue before the afternoon’s over. Eventually she yanks them up, fingers still dripping. Freshen up, girls. After all, dinner’s waiting: Sara’s tight virgin slit. Cassie and Blaire head out to scrub off under the Orderly’s watchful eye. Halle stays. The Doctor plants a proud kiss on her forehead, whispering something filthy into her ear. They’ve got another plan brewing, and pretty Halle’s on bait duty.