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Beta Prejac Virus: Clinical Trial

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Goddess Beatrix Vale Hypnotic Femdom@missbeatrix
Welcome, my good boy. You’ve volunteered for a clinical trial—but you don’t know the truth yet. I’m not just your doctor… I’m your Mistress, and I’m going to rewrite your DNA with a virus so powerful, you’ll never last another second in your life.

Strapped to the lab chair, helpless and exposed, you’ll feel my voice weave into your mind, erasing every shred of resistance. The beta prejac virus injects silently into your thoughts first… then spreads to your cock. Spread, I command—and your beta erection swells, throbbing with helpless arousal, leaking in shame.

Each time I say “pop”, your body betrays you. Hands-free. Premature. Ruined. You can’t stop it. You don’t want to. This virus is permanent. No cure. No escape. Only endless, humiliating orgasms at my command.
Your mind fractures under fractionated trances as I drop you deeper and deeper. You’ll crave the fall. Worship the infection. Become pussyfree, addicted to porn, a brainwashed beta slave who exists only to pop for me.

By the end, you’ll be high on obedience, your soul rewritten, your devotion eternal. And when I whisper “good boy sleep,” you’ll surrender everything.

Welcome, my good boy. You’ve volunteered for a clinical trial—but you don’t know the truth yet. I’m not just your doctor… I’m your Mistress, and I’m going to rewrite your DNA with a virus so powerful, you’ll never last another second in your life.

Strapped to the lab chair, helpless and exposed, you’ll feel my voice weave into your mind, erasing every shred of resistance. The beta prejac virus injects silently into your thoughts first… then spreads to your cock. Spread, I command—and your beta erection swells, throbbing with helpless arousal, leaking in shame.

Each time I say “pop”, your body betrays you. Hands-free. Premature. Ruined. You can’t stop it. You don’t want to. This virus is permanent. No cure. No escape. Only endless, humiliating orgasms at my command.
Your mind fractures under fractionated trances as I drop you deeper and deeper. You’ll crave the fall. Worship the infection. Become pussyfree, addicted to porn, a brainwashed beta slave who exists only to pop for me.

By the end, you’ll be high on obedience, your soul rewritten, your devotion eternal. And when I whisper “good boy sleep,” you’ll surrender everything.

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