"Nanny ah... can't shthop... hewp nanny..." I whimper, rubbing myself with one hand, the other plunging in and out of my well-lubed anus, drool dripping from my slack lips.
"That's right. You're doing so well for Nanny," she whispers in my ear before turning to the crowd again. "As you can see, the patient has been conditioned to establish a connection similar to early bonding with the treatment staff, significantly reducing resistance. Sh-sh-sshh... Nanny's here little girl. Just keep stroking," she whispers, turning back to me, kissing me on the forehead.
A girl asks if she may pour some lube on me, and Nanny hands her the bottle. The girl smiles mischievously, and squeezes a string of slimy liquid onto my hands. "Oooo, soo slippery... Soo nice," she whispers in a soothing voice.
"Aannnnnnh..." I whimper. "Mmhh... me cummy... aanhh.. no wanna cummy..."
"The patient's conditioning leads her to believe that her personality is being dissolved by orgasms, and literally dripping out of her mouth... Which, in a way, makes it true," Nanny explains. "This way, we can construct a new, more functional personality which will allow her to be integrated into society as a permanent pleasure toy. The next orgasm is going to permanently remove her ability to form coherent sentences. Yes baby, you're going to forget how to speak for Nanny, won't you? You're already feeling it..."
"Nuuuhhh.. Me nooo... Aaannhh..."
"Yes sweetie... Let it happen! Let it happen for Nanny!"
My eyes, frantically searching for something to fixate on, lock on the face of the girl who squeezed lube onto me. She smirks at me playfully as I feel heat run through my body. I scream and babble as I orgasm.
"G.. guh... Bbbbbbah..." I blubber without control, a spit bubble forming on my mouth. Nanny strokes and kisses my face. My hands are still going, expertly teasing and nudging my body toward another orgasm.
"Such a good little girl. Doing so good for Nanny... Aw, poor thing, getting a bit sore, aren't you... Don't worry, it won't be too long now..."