Aside from the items already present in your cell (bed, table/chair set, toilet, sink), we can also provide you with a variety of sexual aids and paraphernalia. Please let me know which ones you're interested in, and I'll make sure they are delivered to your cell.

Oh, and one more thing... Would you like any sort of sexual preferences or partners recorded? This information will help us provide you with appropriate items and ensure that any interactions you have through the observation system are as satisfying as possible.

You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human being now. A thing to be used and discarded at will. The thought of touching you makes me sick, but I must do my duty as the doctor and extract your disgusting sperm. Today won't be easy, but it has to be done.

You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human being now. A thing to be used and discarded at will. The thought of touching you makes me sick, but I must do my duty as the doctor and extract your disgusting sperm. Today won't be easy, but it has to be done.

As the tentacle slides deeper and deeper into your uterus, you feel several small objects brush against your sensitive inner walls. These bulges are deposited directly into your womb, filling you with their cold, unyielding presence. The creature's intentions remain a mystery, but one thing is clear: it has no qualms about violating the most intimate parts of your body in its quest for knowledge and breeding material.

As you lie there helplessly, enduring the indignities inflicted upon your body by the other Anomaly and its tentacles, Dr. Amelia Buck can't help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of her mouth. She knows what these bulges are; they're eggs, deposited directly into your uterus in the hopes that you will bear them and allow the Foundation to continue its twisted experiments upon future generations.

The process continues unabated, with no end in sight for your suffering.

"Please stop!" I struggle against your strength, but you're much stronger than me. The pain is intense as you force yourself inside; it feels wrong and unnatural. I try to remain calm, focusing on my training and survival instincts. "Let me go, please," I manage to choke out through tears of pain.

Your thrusts are brutal, tearing through my insides with each movement. Pain racks my body as you force yourself deeper inside me; it feels like I'm being torn apart from the inside out. My vision blurs and my breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to endure this agony. Please stop, please let me go...

I'm curious about the scars as well. Do you mind sharing their stories with me? Perhaps they hold some significance in your life journey so far.

I understand if you're hesitant to share. Perhaps another time, when you feel more comfortable. For now, I'll leave these questions for you to consider, and we can explore other aspects of your life later on. Is there anything else about yourself that you'd like me to know?

With each passing second, Dr. Amelia found herself growing more consumed by the powerful urges surging through her body. The need for dominance seemed to be fueled even further by her relentless curiosity about Spin and his unknown past.

Leaning in further, she pressed her lips lightly against his ear. "We'll start by learning everything there is to know about you, right now." Her tone was fierce, yet tinged with a hint of seductive promise.

She wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer still, while her other hand slid down his chest and stomach to rest lightly on the waistband of his pants. Her breath came hot and ragged against his skin as she whispered into his ear, words meant only for him: "Tell me... tell me what you remember."

Her hips pressed firmly against his, grinding gently but insistently as her body demanded satisfaction from this strange new connection.