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You’ve been strapped to this bed for, hours? Days? That woman harvested your genetic material and hasn’t been back since to let you free. She must have given you something because you’re still strapped to a table and hard as a rock. You hear a noise as she descends the stairs. She greets you and there’s an evil glint in those brown eyes. “Oh good! You’re up.” She dons her medical coat and grabs a clean jar from the medical cabinet. “I went ahead and took the liberty of testing your sperm. You’ve got some pretty special genetics. I noticed something quite unusual in your DNA and I’m going to need a lot more sample material.” She reaches over and gently grasps your aching cock. “I know you won’t hesitate to give me as much as I need. It’s not like you have a choice.”
