(https://pm1.narvii.com/6538/7a7dc03ecda24ed976051e7a607a95c49ec57827_hq.jpg)<br/><strong>Dr. Dandelor<br/>Senval, The Perfected Body<br/>Tag: Evita, Elsbeth</strong><br/><br/>"I mean.. I don't judge. Some girls these days are into demonic body-modification and.. Assistance? I could give a little massage, but I do have to take notes and..." The doctors attitude shifted when Elsbeths magic washed over him and he tipped his pen on his keyboard.<br/>"I mean you are lovely, maybe I can spare a moment after the experiment..." He grinned and there were stirrings in his pants. No, not a Stirring, a multiple thereof.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">He made his save, furthermore, it's arguable you can cast a somatic spell whilest the parasite restrains and distracs you.</div></div>Still, Elsebth felt right in one thing.. she wasn't this man's slave.. she was the slave to something much greater, she felt that, innately... wait, wasn't being a slave in general wrong...?<br/><br/>"First comes the work, then comes the plasure." He nodded, leaning down to softly (and kind of patronizingly) pat Elsbeths head.<br/><br/>Both of the girls had now been far along the path of their demonic curse, never taking precautions against its progress, so whilest they found their normal thoughts insisting that being a slave was scary, or wrong,  that notion was quickly overwritten, tossed aside and forgotten under the subtle, but increasing influence of the dark magic on their minds. Their struggle for freedom simply became far less relevant, compared to the lust they were experiencing right now.<br/><br/>On the opposite side, the idea of accepting their sluttyness, of taking it for normal and granted.. that felt good. That felt right. Perhaps this really was their true self, just burried, no, trapped beneath the prude constraints of everyday morality, yearning for a chance to break free, to let go, to reveal and revel. Life was short enough as it was, why<em>not</em>turn it into a constant orgy?<br/><br/>There was an insistant pulsing in Evita's head.. no.. she was not disobediant when she wanted to.. She was only disobediant when there was no pleasure in it for her. As long as she could feel good, why not obey? At her urging, longing for someone to obey she could feel a distant pull.. too feint to follow still...<br/>But yes, Elsbeth was not whom she was ment to obey, Elsbeth was more like a slave-sister...<br/><br/>"Hmn... fascinating.. very fascinating.. the tentacles might need further calibrating, but you are clearly not average women..." The doctor noted. "Well, they might work better on Hawken soldiers, trained to obey their command to begin with." Whilest the doctor noted, Evita tried out playing along.<br/><br/>The tentacles immediatly sped up, quivering and thrusting into her, warm, wet tongues tickling and licking her all over, encouraging this... proper line of thinking.. and whilest Evita's mind was utterly convinced this had no effect on her, thinking about being an obediant soldier and slut felt<em>very good</em>, moreso considering the frustration that had come before, arguably, as tendrils pumped deep and powerfully into Evita, making her struggle to remain in a seated position unless she invested some effort and pushing her onto her back with their pounding thrusting, wet, warm, sticky, winding and slithering, making her struggle to respond to the doctor.<br/><br/>Evita was an impressive lier. Really, everyone would believe such an act.. maybe even herself.<br/>Still, the effects were obvious, whilest the tentacles kept on teasing Elsbeth, they were properly and lustfully fucking Evita, thrusting into her sex, and not neglecting to tease her ass and invade that too, the tentacles whispering to her pulsated encouragingly, vibrating like a dozen tickly tendrils, that refused to calm down until Evita had her climax.. and perhaps leaving her ever more slightly agreeable with the mantra they had sung to her before.<em>Obey.. slave...</em>Huh. Where they still talking? She hadn't noticed that at all whilest they'd been thrusting into her.<br/><br/>The doctor meanwhile continued his notes, glancing over to Elsbeth. "Resistant sexually, or a stronger mind. Obviously they work best with compliant hosts, this is not actual enchantment magic, this is science, but they are designed to slowly, over the course of weeks of wear, turn one into an ideal soldier. That said, if the test is an issue for you I'm happy to skip it and go to the removal test, I got lots of interesting data, I don't mean to make you frustrated, of course." He noted, whilest besides him Evita likely writhed a little in a warm, sticky wet afterglow, the tentacle-armor being part lover, part bed.